A month or so ago, I called the school here to let them know a new student would be arriving. The person I spoke with was very chipper and chatty, and in the course of the chipper, chatty conversation, she mentioned that there was wrestling and hockey at all grade levels, so H could participate in that.
I assumed that she had either misspoken or I had misunderstood, because it is simply beyond the pale of reason to imagine kindergarteners wrestling or playing hockey.
I am here to announce, tonight, that we have now moved firmly beyond the pale of reason. H begged to go to wrestling tonight — the first practice for the wrestling club (intended to feed into the high school wrestling team, according to the welcome speech). Last year they included pre-kindergarteners too, but apparently that was just too much even for this wrestling-crazed area, and this year the tinier tots had to watch the slightly-less-tiny tots from the sides. H wrestled in a giggly manner, I noticed, which is better than wrestling in a tearful manner. I suppose if he continues he will sober up about it.
I’m waffling between hockey and figure skating classes on the ice skating thing. I do think that being involved in one of them is important for (a) social interaction, (b) north country skill-building (I could use some — or a lot — of that, too), and (c) working out some of that stuck-inside-because-it’s-winter-and-it’s-thirty-below-and-my-parents-and-teachers-are-getting-that-homocidal-glint-in-their-eyes energy. I think most small children start with figure skating; there’s a strong club here for that. The stronger hockey programs are in other towns, I hear. I’m not down with driving H all over the county at the age of five for sports. Please, let’s wait a couple of years for that kind of schedule.