Four hours.
Eternity.
The night before:
Let's do your stretches again. Point. Don't let your ankles turn in. Strong feet. Good arch in your back. Squeeze your butt when you releve, yes like that. Good girl.
I will pack you a lunch. With homemade cookies! And your water bottle.
It will have a note in it with mine and Daddy's cell phone numbers. If you need to call us, just ask a teacher.
Keep your stuff in your bag.
If you don't know the adult's name that is leading your class you can say "Excuse me, what is your name?"
Let's practice that.
Remember to listen and pay attention to your teacher.
If you don't know the girls next to you you can say "I am Samantha, what is your name?"
Let's practice that.
Remember to tell a teacher if you are going to the restroom, and go straight back to where your class is when you are done. And wash your hands.
You are gonna do great.
The class will rotate through teachers so sometimes it will be ribbon, sometimes ball, sometimes hoop.
Yes, it's four hours long! A day of gymnastics camp! I know normally class is only an hour but tomorrow is special.
I can't wait for you, it will be so fun.
Be safe. Be smart. Have so much fun OK?
I love you.
As I dropped my tiny big girl off for the longest she's been away from me and not with a relative since almost ever (I know I know, I am a massively big wuss), I couldn't help but reflect on the question she asked me as I turned off the light and blew her a kiss the night before.
Mom, for example, what would be a reason I might need to call you or Dad?
Oh my sweet girl. There are evil people in this world. There are horrible, evil, deranged, sick people who when I am not looking and not there, and a teacher at gymnastics camp is busy with fifteen other girls all in the same pink leotard and might not notice if one goes missing for ten or two minutes while this evil sick human lies in wait...
I didn't say any of that. I didn't tell her my fears about the worst things that can happen to little girls and boys when parents, doors, locks, teachers, the world fails to keep them safe.
Instead I smiled and said You probably won't need to. You're gonna have a blast.
She did. Four hours were fine.
Whew.
Eternity.
The night before:
Let's do your stretches again. Point. Don't let your ankles turn in. Strong feet. Good arch in your back. Squeeze your butt when you releve, yes like that. Good girl.
I will pack you a lunch. With homemade cookies! And your water bottle.
It will have a note in it with mine and Daddy's cell phone numbers. If you need to call us, just ask a teacher.
Keep your stuff in your bag.
If you don't know the adult's name that is leading your class you can say "Excuse me, what is your name?"
Let's practice that.
Remember to listen and pay attention to your teacher.
If you don't know the girls next to you you can say "I am Samantha, what is your name?"
Let's practice that.
Remember to tell a teacher if you are going to the restroom, and go straight back to where your class is when you are done. And wash your hands.
You are gonna do great.
The class will rotate through teachers so sometimes it will be ribbon, sometimes ball, sometimes hoop.
Yes, it's four hours long! A day of gymnastics camp! I know normally class is only an hour but tomorrow is special.
I can't wait for you, it will be so fun.
Be safe. Be smart. Have so much fun OK?
I love you.
As I dropped my tiny big girl off for the longest she's been away from me and not with a relative since almost ever (I know I know, I am a massively big wuss), I couldn't help but reflect on the question she asked me as I turned off the light and blew her a kiss the night before.
Mom, for example, what would be a reason I might need to call you or Dad?
Oh my sweet girl. There are evil people in this world. There are horrible, evil, deranged, sick people who when I am not looking and not there, and a teacher at gymnastics camp is busy with fifteen other girls all in the same pink leotard and might not notice if one goes missing for ten or two minutes while this evil sick human lies in wait...
I didn't say any of that. I didn't tell her my fears about the worst things that can happen to little girls and boys when parents, doors, locks, teachers, the world fails to keep them safe.
Instead I smiled and said You probably won't need to. You're gonna have a blast.
She did. Four hours were fine.
Whew.
5 comments:
Sigh of relief. :)
Congrats on making it through momma!!!!! Still don't do that well, that is why we have two!!!! They cannot even go to the bathroom alone, still!!!!! Good for Sammy, too, very brave, and much too savvy to fall for the evils of the world, or so we hope and pray!
I think about this stuff too... glad I am not the only Mama wuss out there.
the world is a scary place. every day they come home safe and sound is a miracle...
She may need to call if a janitor gets a bit crotchety and she drives the broomstick into his foot. (you thought I was going to say something else didn't you).
Wasn't she just like 3ish? Growing up too fast!
Post a Comment