Back to being a soccer mom
We gave gymnastics a whirl a few weeks back. She gave it a good try. She actually really really loved it. Until I would walk away from her. And then it became a dark, fearful place filled with angst. But when I stayed on the mats the director became a dark, fearful man filled with angst. Director be damned, I did stay on the mats at the beginning of both clases, slowly extracating myself from the class as they rotated, until finally found myself back to the side boards. And in the second class I think we were on the path to fun, and then all the slipping and tripping started. Evidence that suggests, when combined with her eating and sleeping of late, and her larger shoes, she's experiencing her growth spurt.
And so we struck a deal. I praised her for her bravery in trying out something brand new and sticking with it for 2 whole classes. And told her that it was now her choice - did she want to keep doing gymnastics or would she prefer to go back to soccer. There was no hesitation on her part when she responded "I want to go back to soccer. I don't want to go to gymnastics EVER AGAIN".
And so last saturday we went to soccer, and were pleasantly surprised to find Bobbin's BFF in the same class. I figured we'd maybe run into each other but would be in different classes like last time.
Ah, but the only classes that they had for the age 3-4 that were not completely full on Saturdays (our only day), were the Hoppers class. Hoppers are one up from Cottontails, and as such, Hoppers are big enough bunnies that they don't need their mommy and daddy bunnies on the fields with them. We have to wait on the sidelines. This was going over as well as it did in gymnastics, even though she knew the coach, so it was with MUCH relief that BFF and his Dad showed up and in the instant that they ran to each other from opposite ends of the field and embraced and subsequently fell down on each other, I made my escape to the sidelines and got only a passing glance in my direction before she and BFF were off and holding hands and running across the field under coach's instructions. It was a joy to behold.
Tim was with us too, and snapped a bunch more great photos, some of which I've posted here.
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