Last year, we took a break. Emily still had her piano lessons, and that was it. I kind of enjoyed
I made the phone calls and got traia classes set up for this week. Emily went to a girls level 1 gymnastics class on Monday. She loved it, and they said she was ready for girls level 2. All those handstands this summer paid off.
Today, I took Ben and Noah to taekwondo. Ben's class was first and then Noah's. Ben did great. He loved it and it was good to see him work up a sweat. Noah sat and watched Ben asking when it would finally be his turn. Ben's class finished and Noah was up. He walked out on the mat. The instructor asked them to run 2 laps. Noah ran one. Stopped at the corner and started to cry. No real tears, but he wasn't happy. He came over to us and that was that. He was done.
Insert a lesson from one of my worst parenting moments. Emily was in preschool and her class was singing a song on stage. Emily barely moved her lips and didn't move. Afterwards, I yelled at her. I told her she won't shut up at home and she gets up there and doesn't do a darn thing. I've regretted that moment ever since. I should've just loved her cute shy self and gave her a big hug for trying her best. I've asked her to forgive me for being such a
Lesson learned for the third child. I didn't get mad at Noah or frustrated. We waited a few minutes and I asked if he wanted to try again. He didn't and we left. Ben loved the class though, and we'll be back next week. Maybe Noah will want to give it another chance then. But if not, I'm okay with that...