Juggling

Over the Easter break my five year old son decided he'd like to learn how to juggle. This might have something to do with the fact that he's being taken to "Circus school" by his grandmother as part of his holiday break. My husband is a good juggler (literally and metaphorically) so it could also be genes at play...? (Now there's a cute but silly study to do).

Anyway, my mother does in fact have a set of soft, bean filled, juggling sacks. It's the circus theme again, as she really does have a thing about him joining the circus. It's sort of a family joke in a weird and twisted way. So attempt to juggle he did.

Three juggling sacks is hard for a five year old's hands to cope with. Just as you throw one in the air, eyes intently focussed upon it, your other uncontrollable hand sends another of the sacks skyward. Instead though, it spurts out laterally, which totally throws you when you go to fling the third sack of beans up. So it's a veritable mess, this juggling caper. But he kept trying and we had a LOT of laughs as we all took turns to show him that EVERYONE (except Daddy) has difficulty juggling.

And that's the brilliant thing about kids. They go on undeterred. He kept trying and laughing and spewing little bean sacks across the courtyard, into flower pots, across the table and so forth. I have little doubt that one day he'll juggle like a pro and not just with three little red blue and yellow sacks but with five. Or maybe burning torches, like the folk you sometimes see at organic music festivals???

It's nice to see a kid learn to juggle. It relieves the strain of the constant juggle of work, life and that utopian dream of balance between them. My juggling sacks are all over the floor at present. I need lessons from my five year old!