I feel like I've gone into many life events with Eli with unrealistic expectations only to be brought back down to normal everyday screaming child life.
Well last week I signed Eli up for gymnastics and I went into it with the appropriate expectations one can have when signing their almost 2 year old up for an event in which people of the public will see him and view his behavior.
Basically my cup was as half empty as it could get.
BUT I was determined to take him to gymnastics. I have heard good things about kids taking these classes and I thought it would be something fun for us to do during the week.
Today, Thursday morning was the big day! When Eli woke up I excitedly reminded him that he was going to start a new class today. I'm sure it sounded like "blah blah blah" to him, but at least I get good mom points for talking to my kid like an adult.
As I was getting ready Eli laid on the bed and read his kids bible. I took this as a sign that ONLY GOOD THINGS COULD COME today. Granted he looked at it for like 2 seconds, long enough for me to get a picture and then chunked it at me and demanded I turn on the CHOO CHOOOOO, but still, maybe it was enough of God's word to remind him to behave in public because mom's peers would be watching and there are few things worse in a two year olds life than embarrassing your mom. Or maybe there are few things worse in a mom's life? Either way it's not a good situation!
We arrived at the gym and Eli saw the other kids playing and asked me if he could "play!!" I might have let this one word from Eli fill up my half empty glass a little too much.
My life cup was overflowing and my heart grew as I scolded myself for having such lack of faith. Eli was going to love gymnastics. Money well spent.
I'm sure you can see where this is going and without going into all the boring mom details, I can explain it simply in three words.
Eli. Hated. Gymnastics.
He didn't like being told what to do. He didn't like the fact that he had to wait in line to do things. He didn't like other kids doing the activities with him. Basically he hated his life. He spent most of the time sitting and watching the other kids participate in the fun activities. This is also known as pouting because he wanted to do it alone, not with other kids.
There was a point when Eli was lying on his back, eyes closed, screaming crying, that I said a silent prayer to the Lord above. I asked him to please forgive me for all the times I judged mothers of unruly children and to please have mercy on my soul.
At the end of our session I internally debated whether to go ahead and cancel our future sessions or keep going - and I decided to keep going. I want Eli to learn to deal with all the aspects of life that he hated today (see: sharing, listening, participating, no fit throwing in public) and maybe just maybe a gymnastics class will help with this.
Or perhaps I will come back here in March and declare how we attempted gymnastics and it just wasn't for us.
Only time will tell.