We were going to enroll Graham in an official gymnastics class. Then, I read all the rules and about had a panic attack. Special socks. Special shorts. Only one special make-up session a month. No noise from the special observation area. I quickly realized this was not going to work for our special family during this special season. Fortunately, there is a homeschool open gym every week. We can attend when it works for us, and stay home when it doesn’t.
After a few weeks of role-playing, we went. I was nervous, but believed Graham would do well.
He didn’t. At all. I will spare you all the gory details. We are going to return, but we may need to wear disguises.
And I need to speak some truth to myself on the way there. I spent almost an hour watching perfectly coiffed 3-year-old girls on balance beams. And they were doing cartwheels. While Adelaide grunted and crawled and counted. I know that comparison is a thief and a liar, but it is still difficult to watch your daughter lick her own reflection in a mirror while people give her weird looks.
I am looking forward to trying again. Because Graham did have a phenomenal time. Right before he was told to go put his shoes on, threw a tantrum, growled at an instructor, screamed all the way out to the car, and told me he hated me. I guess I did share all the gory details. Anyway, it can only get better from here. Right? Just lie and say ‘yes’…