The Contrast of Coordination

On the sidelines at my oldest daughter's soccer practice this evening, I spoke with a friend who also has three kids.  We watched as my two-year-old dribbled a soccer ball on the sidelines with unlikely skill for someone so small.

"That's impressive.  That's World Cup stuff," my friend noted as she took a sip of her coffee.  "You do know that this will be the kid who trips over herself while walking down the hallway," she joked.

Isn't that the truth, though?  Have you ever marveled at the competing lack and abundance of a child's physical coordination?

"You know, I've seen my son stab himself in the cheek with his own fork while eating." my friend continued.  "And I've watch him pour his drink over himself because he tips his cup before bringing it to his mouth.  We're still practicing this: touch it to your mouth, then tip.  Touch, then tip!  But then one of the kids will do a perfect cartwheel and flip and I think, aren't you the child who fell out of your chair during dinner?"

I had my own stories to contribute because my kids seem to like falling up flights of stairs and walking into large, inanimate objects.  Walls, for instance.  They've also been known to injure themselves while brushing their teeth.

They must get this from me.  I'm not the world's most coordinated person.

Later in the evening once we got home from practice, I was helping the little ones hang up their jackets and line up their shoes.  I heard a thud and splash from the bathroom.  "Mom!  Quick, I need a towel!"  Reese yelled.  "I slipped!"

In this one moment the contrast of coordination was made all the more clear.  During soccer practice this child had demonstrated one hour and fifteen minutes worth of successful footwork, and then within a minute after arriving home, she somehow managed to submerge one of those feet directly in the toilet.

They grow out of this, right?

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7 comments

  1. My kids are insanely uncoordinated as well. I never grew out of mine, so I don't know whether they will grow out of it or not. The ironically part is that my most uncoordinated kid is not among the two that have broken a bone.

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  2. Ha ha ha...foot in the toilet?!?! Course I'm not sure why I'm laughing - last week I turned the corner to walk into my office and forgot to open the door!

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  3. Ha, ha!!  I have two sons.  One has inherited by husband's coordination while the other has inherited my lack of it.  He's five and his spot at the dinner table is ALWAYS a hot mess!  He hasn't yet gotten his foot stuck in the toilet though--that's a good one!

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  4. Sure thing! They turn into parents of kids who do things like that. =)

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  5. I don't even know you, yet I can visualize this!  I often walk into the desk that's at the front of the classrooms where I teach.  Go figure.

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  6. I, too, can tell which members of the family sat at which seats simply by looking at the aftermath of the meal.  :)

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