I burned enough calories so I felt good about missing the Squat Challenge O’ the Day. Probably more energy than all of the 2- and 3-year-olds combined at the gymnastics class. It was the first structured instructional setting since the last time we ventured into gymnastics and I’m not even gonna mention the story time fail of all eternity. Humnoy is still the kid, who can’t sit still and I felt the burn of the judgey eyes from the non-gymnasts of the group.
Warm-up? No, Humnoy was most interested in the instructor’s son, who brought the shiny ass toy monster trucks. Really, kid?! REALLY? Foot on your rubber circle? No, rubber circle on the face. Wait in line? No, cut in line and shove everyone in the way. Listen to mama and daddy? No, shriek and throw a fit after the threat of leaving for the outrageous behavior. We were ready to head out the door as he kicked and screamed “No!” and I saw the instructor’s concerned side-eye towards our ridiculous family interaction. I also caught a couple glimpses from other adults (not all were parents, some were nannies) and before I could lunge at them with, “Come at me, bro!” they quickly flash their sympathetic grins when I notice them and just as quickly glance back lovingly at their
I was terribly embarrassed. Terribly tired. Terribly annoyed. Out of almost a dozen toddlers, my child (mine) was the only one, who wandered aimlessly as others sat and listened and watched. Even Lanoy sat and listened and watched. Given she doesn’t have the means to do much anyway, my infant received all the praises whereas the toddler received the angry-mom voice behind clenched teeth. I gave great specific praise for practicing the stunts (when not cutting), participating in the parachute activity, and receiving hand stamps but he then totally peaced the fuck out by the goodbye song.
Humnoy responded really well when neither of his parents were hounding him and, would you believe it, when the instructor stepped in. I’m no expert but in my former life, I was primed to identify the varying levels of learners and how to best respond to increase that learner’s success rather than allow opportunity for an undesired result and delay any further repeated patterns. She spent more time with familiar students and those who clearly knew what to do. I know it’s not her “job” to helicopter my son nor is it to regulate his behavior. This class requires parent/caregiver participation, of course. I guess I really appreciated our last gymnastics experience when the instructors gently assured us it is completely okay for the toddler to roam around, which he perfectly did. I’m *that* parent, guys. *sigh* There’s always next week, right? And the next. And the next.