Phewww...Ballet is Off to a Good Start

In case you hadn't heard, Sydney was all but kicked out of gymnastics about a year ago. Well, I exaggerate. But to make a long story short, her attention span/interest level was lacking compared to her peers and what was supposed to be fun for her had turned into a lesson in futility and anxiety for me. And I didn't exactly care for the dynamics of the class and teacher, for that matter.

(The long story is this, if you're interested: Parents were asked to wait downstairs in the more structured class we were trying, so when Sydney had a tantrum the first day--about not getting to sit on the purple dot, which doesn't surprise me--the teacher sent for me. But when I arrived, Sydney was on the sidelines too upset and too young to communicate fully and I had no idea how to handle it because the teacher was carrying on with the class. So I didn't know exactly what had happened from the teacher until later that night by email. The bottom line is this: if you're not willing/able to redirect a 3-year old during a gymnastics class, you'd better let the parent stay in the room so they can observe what happened.)

So, I took her out of the gymnastics class and went straight to Brian's office to have her diagnosed with ADHD. And while he told me it's too early to tell, he did give me a handout on ADHD, which fit her to a T. So, ever since, I've been a little worried. But I take comfort in the fact that my mom always said I had the "attention span of a gnat" when I was a toddler/preschooler, so I figure there's hope for her! (If you consider me "normal," that is...)

Anyway, Sydney was a natural at ballet today, which was a delight and a bit of a relief. She's petite, she's girly and loves pink, she only wants to wear dresses, and she loves to twirl around on her pointed toes to classical music! If only the biggest girl in the class hadn't accidentally elbowed her in the ear right before the cool down, she might've made it all the way to the end of the first class! Regardless, we'll be back for more. But not tomorrow, as she'd hoped.