I have become one of those parents… you know, the ones that schedule every minute of their child’s life. Not that there is anything wrong with that type of parenting, but it was not something I strived for. I was going to be the easy going parent; the let us see where the wind takes us parent… But here I am, with papers scattered around me, scheduling my little one’s fall activities, making sure that there is a variety of programs, that there are no conflicts, that there is time for naps (which, of course must also be scheduled), heck, I am even penciling in ‘free time’. And yes, I realize it is only August.
It all started out with good intentions, but you know what they say about good intentions – they become a snowball that rolls you over, flattens you, just so your kids can have a soft comfy place to walk on… Honestly, though it really did start off with me just wanting to expose my daughter to new experiences. And it started with just two classes, an art class and a sport class. I wanted her to ‘learn’ something, have fun, and most importantly be around kids her own age.
Now, here I am, calendar in front of me, trying to figure out what classes to sign up for. Maybe there are just too many options. Maybe there is just not enough time. Maybe in trying to help her become a well-rounded individual, I am forgetting to just let her be her, a kid that wants to go out and just have fun.
One thing I do know for sure… I really have to squeeze in this swimming class somehow.
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