Today was Mary's first day of class!
On and off for the past year, David has taken a children's music class at the rec center from a wonderful music therapist/educator, Miss Dori. She also teaches a baby song and sign class, and I just couldn't help myself. The thought of taking a little class with my sweet baby girl was irresistible. So I registered them both for the respective classes this month. Today was the first day.
David had his class first. It's open to 2-5 year olds, but it is aimed at 3-year-olds, so it's perfect for him now. He was excited to see Miss Dori again, and he especially liked it when the octopus (a puppet) got stuck to her face. When class was over, he was sure to tell her that he would be back soon. Then I dropped David off in the childcare room, where he marched right in and got to work playing with a school bus.
Then it was Mary's turn! She sat on my lap (something David never would have done) and, full of curiosity, watched the other babies and listened to Miss Dori's songs. I learned a few fun little songs (which I have already forgotten) and a few more ASL signs to add my small repertoire. I must be extra emotional today because, by the end of the half hour, I was holding back tears. What were the tears? Guilt because it's so rare that I stop and focus entirely on Mary alone? Joy that I love her so much? That I think she's the most amazing little girl ever? And that she'll grow into a remarkable person? Happiness that we were doing something special, just me and her? Or were they tears of sadness that she won't be little forever?
Mary was cute in her very first class, and she participated as much as a 10-month-old can. The class is more for the parents, to teach them songs and signs. So, yes, Mary had a nice time, but I won't pretend this wasn't actually all about me. And that's okay. I can't wait until next week!
