It started with a dollar store fishing pole, various plastic sea life, and a cheap blow-up wading pool. Although, we probably should have seen this one coming as Henry has always liked string, ribbon, yarn, rope, basically anything that can be whipped around and/or tied onto something and used to drag, pick up, or tie together. You get the idea.
Henry would place things around on the floor and then hold one of his tow trucks up using the string and hook to try to pick them up. When I asked him about it he said, “I’m fishin’.” He began to “fish” more often with just about anything he could get his hands on that he thought he could get to work. Toys were starting to get “broken” with pieces missing. Eventually I would find those pieces tied to yarn or string and being used at “bait” or a “hook”. Any toy with a magnetic end was even more prized!
Being that BDC and I can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, it took a bit before we thought of the plastic fishing pole. It was a hit! “Duh!”
At one point Henry began asking for an aquarium. At first I thought how great this was that Henry could identify that perhaps this would be calming for him. And then I realized…
“Henry, you know that if we get a fish aquarium, you can’t actually ‘fish’ in it.”
He stopped asking for the aquarium. The plastic pole and wading pool would have to suffice.
A couple of years ago, one of BDC’s sisters and her husband bought a home on a lovely private lake. BDC’s family loves to fish and the private dock was perfect for casual fishing. On one of our rare visits out that way, we introduced Henry and Lucy to reel fishing. (Spelling pun intended. Sorry. Couldn’t help myself). Given the low threshold for patience, Henry doesn’t always respond well to instruction. He thinks he knows and he can do it himself. Then frustration sets in and he relents to some very brief teaching. Despite having small outbursts regarding bait/flies, casting form, and not catching any fish, Henry seemed to enjoy actual fishing. (In regard to the reference to “actual fishing”, it should go without saying, “relatively speaking”.)
Back then Henry’s bug issues were not near as bad although the dragon flies and occasional wasp buzzing by was met with an outburst, he was distracted enough to keep at it. Cast, reel in. Cast, reel in… did I mention Henry’s impatience and that we were on a small lake? The bobber scarcely hit the water before he was reeling it back in.
Note to Uncle Kevin and Aunt Lisa: Your nephew may have potential as a successful trout fisherman if you ever want to take him fly fishing! Except you’ll have to clear out all of the bugs first. Good luck with that.
Since the legendary “Cicada Swarm of 2011”, Henry’s fear of bugs has gotten worse every year. He’s progressed from it being an annoyance to a dislike to an all out panicked phobia. It’s been a real problem this summer.
This past June, we once again headed out to BDC’s sister’s place. All Henry and Lucy can talk about is fishing out at Aunt Leslie’s and Uncle Jay’s house! I was completely prepared for Henry to take one step out the back door, discover a bug, and spend the remainder of our stay inside. Surprisingly he made it through the yard and down onto the dock with only a few shrieks and episodes of spastic waving of his arms to keep away any bugs; real or perceived.
This time around, both Henry and Lucy were really getting the hang of casting and they were doing a pretty impressive job at it. Henry even kept fishing after getting a hook caught in his hand! Luckily for me I was inside at the time and Grant got to deal with that. ~Thanks, babe! Anyway, Henry got right back in there and kept fishing! That’s HUGE! Henry still won’t touch the bait, whether it’s real or artificial and certainly as much as he wants to get close to a caught fish, he can’t get too close. But I can’t blame him there. It wasn’t until I was an adult, that I could bait my own hook. And sometimes I still get a bit squeamish when taking a fish off the hook. I’m just so proud of Henry that he kept at it even with all the challenges around it that he had to deal with!
I have always enjoyed fishing and I would love for the kids to stay with it. This could be one of the simple and rare activities that we could all enjoy doing together as a family! How cool would that be?!? And it will be interesting to see what Henry does when he actually catches a fish some day!