All babies progress at their own speed. I know that. I tell parents that every day. I was a nuttcase when Josie wasn’t crawling and now she crawls like a superchamp. Now I worry that she’s not walking, and allllllll the other babies are walking. All the other babies aren’t scared of clowns or seesaws. Clearly, I need to chill out and not worry. But (in case no one is aware of this) I’m NO GOOD at the not worrying. I worry!
Worry!
So, today we packed up my worries and the child and headed to the Center For Creative Play, a nifty little place consisting of a huge open space for toys and kids and parents. What it didn’t have was clowns or bright! colors! or forced interaction, and after a few minutes both Josie and I chilled out and started having fun. I think it is a good compromise, a place to get out and interact with other kids without the anxiety provoking singalongs. It seems to be a better fit for our family, and I feel better. I still worry, but I feel better about yesterday's debacle.
(Josie started sobbing in her sleep late last night, which she NEVER does. It took me a few minutes before I could even get her to open her eyes and wake up. Even money she was dreaming of clowns. Gymboree did however have very cool bubbles. Scary clowns, cool bubbles. There's always a trade-off isn't there?)
You know, I’m probably all grumpy and angsty this weekend because of the Red Sox, which seems a poor justification to making my poor daughter leave her comfort zone. Darn Red Sox. Start winning some baseball games, turkeys!
Think of the children!
