Because I like a complicated life I trialled a new ballet class for gumdrops today. She did all the hardwork, I merely do the admin and co-ordinate her diary. She’s a busy 2 year old.
She already does Gym Tots on Friday, Baby Ballet on Saturday and swimming on Sundays. Yes, you spotted it, that means NO LIE-INS for me. But am I enhancing my child’s life or draining it?
I have taken that view that, unlike my son, gumdrops seems to thrive in a teacher/classroom environment. I’ve been heard to say “She’ll do well at school, the teachers will love her”. But I think I may be simply delighting in not having a toddler-class-refuser, like the bear. For many a class I would pay my fee, get the CD and t-shirt and sit sweating as he up-ended the cash box, dutifully inspected all fire-extinguishers and banged all radiators before clambering back into his buggy mid-class saying “I go home now”.
So, I am currently agonising about which classes to drop, but it’s not straight forward. I can never make a clear decision when it comes to dropping a class she loves. I still get pangs of guilt when I hear her sing tunes from Monkey Music, which we had to drop when I went back to work. I realise this all sounds bonkers and I will ridicule my naïve self when she’s 9 years old and I never get out of my ‘mum taxi’.
But I have realised two things:
- It gives us something to do and stops the boredom whinge. There are only so many times you can roll and chop fuzzy Playdoh.
- She genuinely seems to love it all and that makes me smile. In fact ballet is so unbearably cute it has become my fix.
For me baby ballet is like the scene from Snow White http://bit.ly/1X5HwJb – it’s an intoxicating cloud of fluffy rabbits, chirping birds and lavender scented love hearts popping in the twinkly sky <sigh>. I almost get the same degree of smile ache as my wedding day.
So I’m dropping a fair few £££ and Zzz’s each month, it’s making us both happy and no amount of crusty Playdoh squidging can match the high.