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In our household, the rule is you can pick one extra-curricular activity. ONE AND ONE ONLY!! First of all, I don’t feel the need to be gone each and every night running this kid to that and then that kid to this, only to do the same thing over and over again, night after night.
After our move to South Carolina, we sat down with Alyssa and asked her what she wanted to pursue. We gave her the options of: swimming, the girl is a freakin’ fish, I’m telling you! Karate, she was participating in karate before we moved and she seemed to be enjoying it. She was earning her different belts and I think secretly enjoyed learning how she could kick the crap out of someone if she needed to. Hmm, maybe I should sign up for karate. Or gymnastics. Instead of walking, she’d rather cart wheel her way through life. The winner: gymnastics.
We then sat down with the boys and asked them what they wanted to do. We gave them the options of: gymnastics because sissy was doing it and we had to provide that as an option to them or soccer. They had been pretty active in soccer and I thought they like doing it even though they weren’t the stars of the team. Plus their prior coach wanted us to keep them in soccer so we could eventually do the same tournaments together. Whew! That’s a pretty big expectation for six year olds but none the less we would have obliged had the boys wanted to. The winner: gymnastics.
Sweet! I was able to schedule their classes on the same night within a half hour of each other. One night, an hour and a half, one facility AND done!!
At the beginning of class, the teacher comes to the doors (no parents are allowed in the gym) and calls their names. This past week, the boys’ regular teacher was taking a class and there was a substitute. When this different guy shows up and begins to babble to my boys that I THINK YOU GUYS ARE PROBABLY IN MY CLASS, I’m thinking WHO ARE YOU? AND DON’T YOU THINK IT WOULD BE NICE IF YOU AT LEAST TOLD US WHAT WAS GOING ON? GRANTED, I’LL BE UPSTAIRS WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE BUT I DON’T KNOW YOU AND YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST HAND OVER MY KID?! Well… yes, that is the expectation.
I calm myself down and realize that if he’s there teaching the class, he should be OK. And I’ll be watching from above anyway. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU!
But, before he can snatch my babies and run into the night, Andy asks with total authority and grown up intuition, “Who is this guy?”
I was so proud! I have taught them well. If you don’t know, just ask! If it doesn’t feel right, you have every right to question it. Good job my little bug-a-boo!
