Wednesday, March 18, 2009

My kid was "that kid"


.....you know, the one at the gym child care center that's crying their eyes out.  I've always been proud of the fact that I could leave Aspen there with no separation anxiety problems.  It made me feel like my kid was somehow more mature than the others.  Well, today that all changed. The moment we walked into the place she started kicking and wailing, and all I could think was this is it:  the day had finally come.  My kid was that kid.  The kid that wouldn't shut their mouth, and maybe even made the other kids cry.  I dropped off her stuff and ran out of there as fast as I could, because I'm a firm believer that sticking around to soften the blow only makes things worse.  
I had never done my weight routine so fast!  All I could think of were the poor women downstairs, trying to calm my child.  How did this happen?  Aspen's always been so good about being in a new place, with new people, and without me.  
At the end of my last pulldown I ran downstairs and peeked in the window to see how she was doing, and there she was:  playing with toys, as if the previous blow had never happened.  When I picked her up I found out she had only cried for a couple minutes.  Thank goodness!  Looks like I need to take her to the gym more often!

4 comments:

Bethany Fegles Photography said...

What? That sweet face? I can't even imagine her crying.

That is a DARLING photo of her, by the way! Cute, cute, cute.

Our gym charges $5 per kid each time you work out! Isn't that crazy?! So I don't frequent the gym. :( But Josh goes at 5:30am 3-4 days a week!! He's a work out stud. :)

Leah said...

I echo all your sentiments. I'm so excited for her piggytails. Nothing better. Except the part about trying to get them perfectly situated while their trying to squirm away. Maybe your perfect child doesn't do that. Mine however...

Nicole said...

I'm pretty sure that every mom has had "that kid" at one time... at least I hope so because I feel like that all the time!!

Hannah said...

My almost three year old is STILL that kid! I took him kicking and screaming to nursery on sunday. I can't wait until October, because I am hoping that he and Molly will be happy enough together that they will both go without screaming!