Little Miss started at her new in-home daycare yesterday. Being a typical Mom, I was overthinking things, and actually didn’t sleep very well on Sunday night, as I was debating if I had made the right choice, and was wondering how the transition would go.
I cleared my calendar at work in the morning so that I could stay with her until she was comfortable. I didn’t want anything to be rushed in the transition. We walked in, and Little Miss was soon giving two hugs to Mary Poppins (code name for our daycare provider). I chatted with Mary P. for a few minutes, and then Little Miss looks up at me and says, “go to work, Mom.”
It really took me by surprise. Part of me feels like my baby is growing up. Maybe it’s a sign that she’ll like this place better. And of course, there was also the maternal guilt that kicked in that she is so used to me leaving her during the day that it is expected.
The day went well at Mary Poppins’ house. They played with play dough, and Mary’s 6 year old daughter took Little Miss under her wing, and played dress up with her and rode bikes with her. I think this is going to go well.
What isn’t going well is swimming lessons. After two months of participating in weekly grossly over-priced swim lessons, Little Miss has made nary any progress. At most lessons, she screams and cries, and I’ve begun to think I’m doing more harm than good at this point. Last night, the second I told her we were going to swim lessons, she burst out in tears, and I had to bribe her to even go. I filled out our withdrawl form last night, but unfortunately, we’re still obligated for one more month (2 lessons of which we’ll be out of town, and no make up lessons are allowed).
If only I had the capital to open up my own lessons business… These people have such a hold on the market that some competition would do them good.
I think we’ll take up swim lessons again in the Spring. I’m hoping that by then, Little Miss will decide swimming can be fun and will want to do it.
As for the weekend, we had JB’s parents in town, and Little Miss just thrived under her doting grandparents’ attention. We ate some great food (mmm… sushi), and JB and I even got a quick date to the Chocolate Bar, where I paired port wine with a truffle (YUM).
We’re starting to get snow in the mountains, so I’m hoping to be skiing soon!
Oh, that reminds me… I went to the UNR Ski Swap this weekend and got Little Miss skis, boots and a helmet. It’s amazing how much they can charge for used, crappy equipment. Anyway, when I tried to put a helmet on her head, she started screaming, “I DON’T WANT TO GO SKIING TODAY”, which was just lovely. JB has proclaimed that she’ll be just as miserable with skiing as she has been with swimming, but I have hope that it will be better… I really don’t have plans to do much skiing with her this year, I just want to introduce her to it, and have something to do with her when we’re switching off skiing.
The words of my sister in law have been echoing in my head… She said that Little Miss is an individual, and I have to respect that (or words to that effect). Perhaps this is God’s way of telling me not to shove my favorite activities down her throat and let her choose what she will excel in. That’s fine and all, but she’ll definitely have to do her time at the ski slopes and at the lakes in the summers, as that is just what we do as a family!
Enough rambling. More later.