Yesterday, I took Kleptobaby to her first Gymboree class. The same kind of class that I couldn't wait to take Mini-hubbie to when he was her age. Back then, it was exciting to be around other mothers with kids my kid's age. Exciting to see how my kid reacts, see what things he'll learn, find some new activities I can do at home with him, etc.
This time all I kept thinking was "I'm going to pay $75 a month for this?" Maybe my expectations are starting to rise for classes since Mini-hubbie is actually learning skills now. But seriously, this is what I used to look forward to? Now, I'm not knocking the class, it was fine. But this time around, I didn't want to talk to the other mothers on how to encourage our kids to walk (I now know better) or what their nap schedules look like.
One exercise, the teacher puts each child on a large ball and as she rolls the ball forward tells you to look at your kid's toes. As your child gets close to the ground, their toes flex anticipating the upcoming "fall." All the new mothers "oohh-ed" and "ahhh-ed" over this. I just felt like "so?"
Boy have things changed for me! There is such a difference between the first time mother and the "seasoned" mother. Poor Kleptobaby!
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