When I was a child, I was an observer. I would watch other kids play and make sure I knew what I was doing before I joined in. Sometimes I wouldn't join at all. My balance always seemed to be off, and I was the awkward, uncoordinated kid in all the games and on the playground. My body frustrated me because it wouldn't do what I wanted it to do. When I was a teenager, I would run into things. Walls, desks, the edges of tables, and other people. My boyfriend (now husband) would make fun of me, until he saw the bruises on my shins. I still wasn't able to play sports, but had taken ballet since age three, and was able to dance. The rhythm of the music seemed to connect my brain to my body. My second baby showed some of the same signs I did when it came to coordination. He had a very hard time walking down stairs and coordinating his body so that he could put one foot in front of the other. He needed a balance bike to learn to coordinate his movements enough...
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