He shared with me his academic goals for the first term and gave me a report on which goals he had met, and which others he had failed to meet... and what he intended to do about the latter. I was a little taken aback because I hadn't even asked him to set goals. He even proudly declared that he had jogged with his schoolbag all the way home from the MRT station, thrilled that he had achieved yet another chunk of time savings by overlapping jogging practice, with the walk home. He wants to do well at the upcoming cross-country run.
Little Boy hated jogging up until Primary 6 but he was cherry-picked in Week 2 of secondary school for the Track and Field team. He pulls into the Top 3 places when the boys run the 2.4km for PE twice a week. Whilst he sniffed roundly at the prospect of joining Track and Field, he was pleased at his placement for running at PE. So, Little Boy has asked his father to train with him for the upcoming cross-country run.
So... my friends were right when they comforted me so many months ago when I bemoaned Little Boy's aversion to jogging. "When he gets into secondary school, he'll WANT to excel at these physical activities. It's a guy thing." they said.
And so it is.
Some days, he steps through the door... walks 5 steps and crashes out on the sofa till dinner time. I'll push dinner all the way from 6.30pm to 7.30pm so that I don't have to wake him up. On other days, he's up at 5 to get some homework or project work done.
Despite the tiring days and the many plates he has to keep spinning, Little Boy goes about looking pleased and fulfilled... like he's having fun and has a purpose in life. And THAT makes my heart sing.