For most of their walking lives, my sons participated in their father’s Parent & Tot class at GymCarolina. First with Nathaniel and then with Aidan, I played with him in the foam pit, helped him across the balance beams, caught him on the other end of the trampoline track, and played peek-a-boo in the giant caterpillar.
As I helped Aidan in the class, I’ve also been able to look across the gym and see Nathaniel upside down on the rings or doing new tricks on the rope or bar over the pit. I’ve gotten some brilliant pictures and precious memories that I will treasure forever.
Today, however, I had a new view. A new session started, and Nathaniel moved up to the next level boys’ class. And Aidan George – our little boy – let go of my hand, and moved out of his daddy’s Parent & Tot class into Coach Teri’s Preschool class.
And I sat up in the parents’ viewing area from above.
I’d anticipated enjoying being able to sit back and watch them both, but I foolishly worried how Aidan’d handle it. I even told the gym manager to
flag me, you know, if he needed me.
He did just fine.
However, I was surprised when I found myself jealously eyeing my husband’s Parent & Tot class and its very familiar pattern around the gym stations. He managed this brand new large class of nine toddlers and their parents brilliantly. He really is amazing at what he does; there’s a reason his classes have waiting lists. And I was lucky enough to have a front row seat for years.
But now I see Aidan climbing the ladder wall all by himself. Nathaniel finishes his turn on the rings, looks up, and gives me a big smile & wave. They’ve all got this. This newfound independence was surprisingly heart wrenching.
But it is also pretty amazing.