Case in point is the current state of the boy's head: concussed. Monday, while he was in gym class, JT fell and received a concussion for his troubles. He had been on the gym monkey bars in the amazing workout space and, determined to take on a physical challenge, he swung to skip a bar and missed. The result was a crash 8 feet downward broken only by his left hand and his head hitting the forgiving surface. Quite frankly, I'm grateful that all he got was a concussion.
As a woman whose girlhood physical confidence hovered around zero, I find JT's physical confidence amazing. He runs and jumps and climbs and tries most any physical challenge. He's not generally reckless, though he is an adolescent boy and so a certain amount of reckless swagger does go with the territory. Just one day after the big spill, he's eager to jump on the monkey bars again, which I respect, even if it scares the daylights out of me.
That boy of mine is going to wear me out.