<Currently redoing my life> I tried enjoying ball games for the first time in my life.

Yesterday, I was able to dribble for the first time in my life.

Who, you ask? (← Nobody asked)

Me! That's who.

I have no memory of how old I was when I first played with a ball.

By the time I realized it, I was already playing dodgeball at school.

Since I'm afraid of balls, I would immediately close my eyes, so naturally, I would get hit.

"That kid always closes their eyes, so you can hit them right away!"

Since the whole class knew this, I was hit immediately every time and was always in the outfield.

Of course, I wasn't good at throwing either.

I was just bad at handling balls in general.

I was bad at all the ball games we learned in school.

Actually, I was bad at everything—horizontal bars, floor exercises, running (lol).

So, after about 30 years, I faced a ball again?

I managed to dribble 30 times in a row!

First, I'll try it myself.

At the preschool my second son attends, they have been practicing "dribbling" before class every day recently. Everyone is working hard with the goal of "10 consecutive dribbles."

My second son, who hasn't really gotten used to balls even when we go to the park, of course, can't do it well.
The ball immediately goes flying off somewhere else.

It was clear that my son, who couldn't do it well, wasn't enjoying the dribbling time.

The preschool, which offers excellent services, also has individual dribbling lessons, but of course, they are expensive.

Fortunately, now YouTube is overflowing with videos like "dribbling practice."

Once they start elementary school, there will be more opportunities to play with balls, so there's no harm in practicing.

I took my children out to the park.

When we arrived at the park, my second son was definitely more interested in the playground equipment than anything else (lol).

Even when I asked, "Don't you want to practice?", he ignored me and said, "No way!"

But that's okay.

Once I can dribble about 100 times in a row, he's bound to show interest.

I started practicing silently while keeping an eye on the two of them having fun on the playground equipment.

Learning the trick for the first time

In the video, it started with warm-up exercises. Moving my fingertips well, then knee bends.

The narration said, "Use your knees for dribbling," and I was like, "What! Really!!" It was a real eye-opener for me (lol).

At first, I tried bouncing the ball on the ground with both hands and catching it at chest height 10 times in a row.

It didn't come back up very well.

It wouldn't bounce back unless I hit it against the ground quite forcefully.

After trying a few times, I managed to do 10 in a row, but when it came to dribbling with one hand, it would stop after two or three bounces because it wouldn't come back up.

Once I focused on pushing it down quite firmly, I managed to dribble continuously.

Since it was just around lunchtime, there was only one old man out for a walk in the park, but he was staring right at me (lol).

It was a little embarrassing, but I practiced silently.

While hitting the ball, I thought, "I must have had time to practice dribbling like this when I was a child, too."

I didn't know you had to hit the ball this hard. My fingers are getting quite tired.
My fingers are getting quite tired.

Perhaps, when I was a child, I really hated being watched by others.

In the end, after about 20 minutes of practice, I was able to dribble 30 times in a row.

Is it because I've become an adult?

Or is it because it was the first time I practiced without caring about what others thought?

I don't really know the reason.

But, it was far more fun than just accompanying them to the park and watching.

For the first time in my life, I found a ball to be fun.

Redoing my life by becoming a mother

It often spills out onto note, but my childhood was very difficult.

Perhaps I was just late in developing an interest in both studies and sports.
Before I knew it, I was an elementary school student and had to silently listen to classes I had no interest in.

For some reason, I acquired the skill of "pretending to listen while enjoying a world of fantasy," so I managed to complete my school days as a "fantasy time."

Only during P.E. class could I not afford to daydream, and it was nothing but painful.

It's so much fun now that I've become able to handle the ball well like this.

What a waste (lol).

Watching my children, I think from the bottom of my heart.
In the end, "if you're good at it, it's fun."

Practice is painful, but once you get good at it, it's fun.

I surely would never have practiced dribbling in my life if I hadn't become a mother.
Even with such small things, I think again that I am "redoing my life by becoming a mother."

I am truly grateful to my children.

I would like to steadily practice ball skills with my children this winter.

My right arm is already starting to feel muscle pain, though (lol).

Thank you for reading until the end today as well.
I hope you have a wonderful day☆彡