When my husband and I started trying for kids, I never envisioned myself saying goodbye to the corporate world so I could spend my days yelling, "Swiper, no swiping!" at my TV over and over (and over) again.
I just didn't think I was cut out for the whole SAHM thing.
But motherhood has changed me in ways I never thought possible, and while I secretly dream of girls' nights out and weekends away, I'm having a really hard time letting go. I just feel like I only get one chance at being a mom, and I want to make sure I eat up every single moment of it.
So when my friends were enrolling their 2-year-olds in the fall session of preschool so they could get the 2-hour break they've been dreaming of since their epidural wore off, I found myself searching for more mom-and-me classes.
And I've been loving every minute of it.
With the exception of Monday mornings.
We've been doing this mom-and-me preschool class for a little over 2 months now and, no matter how hard the teachers and I try to get my daughter to participate in the crafts, she will not do it. At all. In fact, I'm the one who wears the smock and does all of the crafts while my child runs around the room ignoring me.
Normally, this would not bother me. Everyone has their likes and dislikes, and if my daughter doesn't enjoy painting and doing crafts, it's not the end of the world. But the teachers and the other moms keep looking at my daughter and me like we each have 3 eyes, and I always leave that class feeling like a total failure as a mother.
But the program was kind of expensive, and I feel like it's important for my daughter to be exposed to something other than music classes and hanging out with me all the time, so I continue to race around like a maniac on Monday mornings trying to get us to that stinking class by 9 am, only to walk out with my tail between my legs an hour later.
And then last week something magical happened.
After decorating a rain maker with bingo daubers with the other kids while my daughter glared at me from the other end of the classroom, we gathered in a circle for music time and bubbles. One of the teachers had a guitar with her that day and performed Yellow and Warning Sign for the kids, which thrilled my daughter and me since we're die-hard Coldplay fans.
But, like all good things, music time came to an end and reality came crashing down on us.
And that's when it happened.
When the young, over-enthusiastic teacher yelled, "it's time to sing the goodbye song!" and the other kids started clapping and singing, my daughter finally opened her mouth and said something.
And do you know what she said?
She said, "I love this song!"
The teachers were not pleased, but one of the moms laughed so hard, she almost had to leave the room to pull herself together.
And the 2 of us have struck up a little friendship as a result of it.
So maybe it's not the worst mom-and-me-class in the world.
But it's pretty darn close.
Has your child ever done or said something funny to help break the ice?
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