Brennan's Bliss

Brennan has spent the last three years of his life following in Aidan's footsteps. He watched two years of Aidan's swimming lessons, witnessed all of Aidan's soccer games and endured Aidan's gym classes at the Y umpteen times. I was thrilled when it was his turn. At three, he finally can enjoy a class or two on his own, instead of sitting on the sidelines.

I considered a music class. (Brennan loves to sing and bust a move.) I thought about messy art. (Brennan has already made getting messy an art form.) And I even thought out a preschool university class to assist him in some color recognition. (Ask Brennan to name a color and it's yellow. Always yellow. He may be color blind.)

But what Brennan loves above all things, is sports. While Aidan at three was happiest building legos or playing with trains, Brennan at three runs to set up the hockey net to take shots or makes up his own game of football where he tackles himself before he runs for the touchdown. He wants to play soccer and baseball. He wants to run and tackle. His first choice for play is a sport. Always a sport.

We went with Superchamps Sports Camp for Brennan's first "big boy" class. Each week for an hour, a kind, patient, sweet "coach" teaches Brennan and five other three year olds a new sport. Our first week was basketball. I have never seen Brennan's eyes so wide as he contemplated learning how to dribble his ball towards a net. I have never seen Brennan so enthusiastic as he made attempt after attempt (after attempt) to shot his very own basket. He was sweaty and happy and completely in his element.

At the end of the first class, he turned to me with sad eyes, "But I don't want it to be over. I want to stay here forever Mom." I only convinced him to go by assuring him we could return next week. He perked up when he discovered next week's sport was hockey.

Brennan has found his bliss. Now if we could only get him to work on his colors.