15 minutes of fame
Andy Warhol once said everyone will eventually get 15 minutes of fame. That's no direct quote, but it is the idea of what he is generally credited with.
Well, my son got his, in the little microcosm that is his world. My son is fairly active. He plays baseball on a little league team, he rides his bike everywhere and skateboards and runs and is pretty much high energy until he is forced to go to bed, and two minutes later he's out like a light, until it all starts the next morning. (A sidenote - his baseball coach makes the kids run laps around the baseball field when they make mental errors. He had to find an alternate punishment for my son, because he'd screw up on purpose just so he'd get to run for a while, so his punishment is pushups, until he can't do them anymore.) Well, about 2 weeks ago he went to a skateboard park and fell trying to do tricks, and broke his wrist. Arm in a cast for 6 weeks and a sling for 2 to 4 more, for a total of 8 to 10 weeks of immobility and not being able to play like he normally does. At the time, he thought this was soooo cool, because he got a cast. In the week that followed, he had people carrying his books, taking notes for him at school, helping him with almost everything. The cute litle girl he likes signed his cast, and he was in his glory. He was getting more attention than he ever had before. Now it's been two weeks, and reality is setting in. He, and his cast, are old news, and the fact that his baseball season is over, his skateboard, roller blades and scooter are off limits and just about everything he wants to do has been taken from him are starting to take their toll. He can bike ride, but only as a mode of transport. No tricks, no jumping off curbs, no fun stuff. All of a sudden, the 15 minutes of fame is wearing off, and the next 6 weeks (at least) are starting to look like hell - for all concerned.
Well, my son got his, in the little microcosm that is his world. My son is fairly active. He plays baseball on a little league team, he rides his bike everywhere and skateboards and runs and is pretty much high energy until he is forced to go to bed, and two minutes later he's out like a light, until it all starts the next morning. (A sidenote - his baseball coach makes the kids run laps around the baseball field when they make mental errors. He had to find an alternate punishment for my son, because he'd screw up on purpose just so he'd get to run for a while, so his punishment is pushups, until he can't do them anymore.) Well, about 2 weeks ago he went to a skateboard park and fell trying to do tricks, and broke his wrist. Arm in a cast for 6 weeks and a sling for 2 to 4 more, for a total of 8 to 10 weeks of immobility and not being able to play like he normally does. At the time, he thought this was soooo cool, because he got a cast. In the week that followed, he had people carrying his books, taking notes for him at school, helping him with almost everything. The cute litle girl he likes signed his cast, and he was in his glory. He was getting more attention than he ever had before. Now it's been two weeks, and reality is setting in. He, and his cast, are old news, and the fact that his baseball season is over, his skateboard, roller blades and scooter are off limits and just about everything he wants to do has been taken from him are starting to take their toll. He can bike ride, but only as a mode of transport. No tricks, no jumping off curbs, no fun stuff. All of a sudden, the 15 minutes of fame is wearing off, and the next 6 weeks (at least) are starting to look like hell - for all concerned.
John put this out here at 10:57 AM
3 Comments:
So meanwhile what does he do to channel out his energy? Is he really an ADD kid, or just ADD for you?
It is time to remember that it could just have so easily been you wearing the cast...
He runs..and runs quite a bit. And yeah, as much as I hated to admit it when we found out, he is an ADD kid. We've had tons of tests done and he takes medication every morning. I was the parent saying, no, it's not ADD. He's just being a boy, but eventually, I was brought around by doctors and teachers and tutors during summer breaks and so forth.
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