So, Delaney is 3 1/2. This means, she is often sassy, often sweet, and frequently a challenge. She is a giver and a taker, a lover and a fighter. Her brown eyes make me melt but the ‘take-it-or-leave-it’ look in her eyes is often enough to send me over the edge.
Monday mornings at 10am, Delaney has gymnastics. Today, I buckled under the weight of her tears and allowed her to stay home. My mental debate: should I make her go despite the crying because I think she needs to go? Because I don’t want her to think she can cry her way out of something? Because I know she has had fun in the past? OR…..Do I let her stay home knowing the crying fit we are having here at home will be nothing compared the the show she will put on once we get there? Do I acknowledge her fear of going and hope this is an isolated incident? (she teared up and said she didn’t want to go as soon as she got out of bed this morning? )
I gave in. I couldn’t help it. It may have been the weaker move. My decision may have been aided by the fact that I knew, as well as I know my own name, that she would cling to me as soon as we entered the gym…doing her best to crawl inside my skin. I knew it would take a teacher prying her arms and legs from me to get her onto the mat. I was also fairly certain she wouldn’t participate after the trauma of being forced into class. It pains me to see her unhappy.
So…..bad decision or not, I decided she is only three and I will have time to help her to overcome her fears and maybe even tackle them with her chin up.
I’ll take any suggestions if you have them!