I cried at dance class today.
It wasn't because the teacher was being mean, either.
As I sat watching my darling 2 year old twirling her ribbon on a stick the way SHE wanted, my inner voice clearly said to me "Look. Look at how much fun she is having."
I looked. At that same moment LQ turned to face me. The delightful grin almost took over her face as she showed me her twirling skills, looking for my happy approval.
My inner voice continued "Now here's the lesson to be learned. Does it really matter that she doesn't follow the dance teacher's instructions? Does it really matter that LQ doesn't seem to be keeping up with the other two year olds physically? Do all these vague milestones really matter?"
"Could it just be that LQ being HAPPY is the MOST important thing in her life at the moment? The pressure to succeed will inevitably come to that darling girl. Don't YOU give it to her!"
And that's when I started crying at dance class. Tears of relief that I didn't have to worry anymore.
It was kind of embarrassing.
It wasn't because the teacher was being mean, either.
As I sat watching my darling 2 year old twirling her ribbon on a stick the way SHE wanted, my inner voice clearly said to me "Look. Look at how much fun she is having."
I looked. At that same moment LQ turned to face me. The delightful grin almost took over her face as she showed me her twirling skills, looking for my happy approval.
My inner voice continued "Now here's the lesson to be learned. Does it really matter that she doesn't follow the dance teacher's instructions? Does it really matter that LQ doesn't seem to be keeping up with the other two year olds physically? Do all these vague milestones really matter?"
"Could it just be that LQ being HAPPY is the MOST important thing in her life at the moment? The pressure to succeed will inevitably come to that darling girl. Don't YOU give it to her!"
And that's when I started crying at dance class. Tears of relief that I didn't have to worry anymore.
It was kind of embarrassing.
7 comments:
Ohhh... she's a DOLL. Can't wait to see her next month.
Beautiful blog. So glad you came to visit mine, so I could find you in turn.
Oh man. . . I've been feeling the same way about Nolan's lack of talking skill. THanks for the reminder.
...and I'm pretty sure that's HF's message TO us ABOUT us. Let go of the pressure. Grow at your own pace.
Enjoy the dance.
It's official. You're a real mom. You are now crying at random public places due to random moments of clarity that flash into your brain. Good job, mom. :)
What a lovely post, I'm so glad you chose to share that, and oh what wisdom! If only a few more parents could be that wise...
Good on you: You are realising the plan that we might have joy in our posterity. Alas far too many miss this point almost completely as they worry about the little stuff
aww...i love that post. it makes me so happy.
it's so true...if your kids happy...what can you complain about? you are a GREAT mother!
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