Malika
Well-Known Member
On one of our long walks (in the stunningly beautiful nature that surrounds us) today, it occurred to me that the great outdoors transforms J from an irritation that has to be suffered - not always, alas, in silence - to a force of nature in its own element... running ahead, being Batman with his jacket hood on and the arms flying free, playing hide and seek, saving the dog from danger and stamping in puddles, he is completely free and completely happy. I do not know how parents of hyperactive kids manage without this. J is not bad indoors, all things considered, playing for long sessions on his own with his games of imagination involving various characters played out with his cars and figurines, but inbetween times he is jumping up and down and all over the sofa, demanding to watch television (special holiday rules apply at the moment) or literally running about our small space with a gun. I get annoyed... I try not to, I "know" he is hyperactive, but I still cannot really live with it very successfully indoors. Outdoors, however, his energy and exuberance are joyful assets.