To everyone who has graciously welcomed my family into your home: I sincerely apologize in advance if I seem a bit distracted during our stay. The truth is, I constantly worry that my child might accidentally damage your things.
It’s not that he hasn’t been taught to appreciate other people’s possessions or that he lacks social skills; he’s not a little tornado rampaging through your living room. Unfortunately, he simply lacks coordination. To put it simply: he’s quite the klutz.
He genuinely tries to be careful, bless his heart, but it seems he possesses a unique touch—everything he interacts with seems to end up broken instead of magically transformed. Dishes take unplanned dives from shelves as he wanders by. If there’s an electrical cord in sight, he’ll trip over it, likely pulling the appliance down with him. He walks right through screen doors, trips over thin air, stumbles up stairs, skids on rugs, and if there’s a slick spot outside, he’s guaranteed to find it.
Just the other Sunday, we ended up in the emergency room—five stitches to the head because he collided with a wall while playing tag with his sister. One time, he accidentally toppled our TV off its stand, leaving the screen in pieces. He struggles to carry anything without fumbling, which has led to more than a few milk cartons or jars of pickles shattered in grocery store parking lots. It’s hard to be upset with him since he genuinely can’t help it. He’s like a little bull in a china shop.
We’ve ruled out vision problems or developmental issues, which is both a relief and a cause for concern. Knowing there’s no underlying problem means there’s also no clear solution, leaving us in a bit of limbo.
My main worry is how his clumsiness will impact his social life as he grows. Eventually, he will experience embarrassment at school because, unlike his jacket, he can’t just leave his awkwardness at home. He’s bound to drop his lunch tray—probably right in front of his crush—or stumble into a locker or make some spectacularly uncoordinated move during gym class. The pressure to be “cool” among his peers intensifies as he ages, and I fear that his clumsy antics could make him an easy target for teasing.
I try not to place unrealistic expectations on him because, let’s be honest, he’s unlikely to be the MVP on any sports team or showcase extraordinary athleticism. We’ll be lucky if he learns to balance on his own two (left) feet. Each child has their strengths, and physical prowess just isn’t one of his, so I won’t force him into a mold that doesn’t fit.
Instead, I’ll encourage him to explore activities that don’t require as much coordination and hope he discovers his passion elsewhere. If he wants to try out for a sport, I won’t discourage him just because I worry about potential ridicule. I’ll support him in pursuing what makes him happy and be there for him, whether he stumbles literally or figuratively.
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