Earlier this week, I took Little Man to his first Mommy & Me class at our local library, delightfully called "Baby Bear LapSit". The teacher led the 15 or so tots in songs, read a few stories, and finished off the program with bubbles and some dance music. I didn't know how Little Man was going to handle it, but...
He LOVED it. He was totally fascinated by all the other kids, and every time the teacher looked at him he gave her a big grin. He's such a little flirt. His favorite part by far was the bubbles--I lifted him up in the air and let the bubbles land on his face. At first he looked startled, but after a moment he smiled up at all the bubbles and waved his hands around in the air. We will definitely be going back next week.
It was a first for the boy, but it was a first for his Mama, too. It was the first time that I attending a program for kids as opposed to teaching it. Between professional and volunteer work, I had been in that teacher's shoes a thousand times. I was worried I would spend the whole time thinking about how I would teach differently, or policing the other children. And while I did reach out a couple of times to stop a potential face-plant in the carpet by another tot (once a nanny, always a nanny), I found that I was able to really enjoy the class with my son. And I remembered how, when I was teaching or nannying, I would watch the parents and feel so envious of them, there with their own child.
Then I looked down at my own little stinker, who was kicking his feet and waving his arms and watching all the action with his wide eyes.
And I knew I had finally arrived.
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