Kenzie: "Mom I don't want to goooooo to tuuumbling. I dooooon't waaaaaaahnt toooo gooo. I don't like it." Insert extreme sobbing.
Me: "I've already paid for it. You're going. At least three more times."
Me, internally: "Gosh, what kind of mom will I be if I just let her quit? But then again what kind of mom will I be if I force her to keep going? Should I just give in? Should I try to recruit a friend? Should I let her try a new class?" And then I resolve to make her keep going to tumbling. Because tumbling is wholesome and good and doesn't make you go to recitals. And tumbling isn't just geared to one sex. And it is useful. How many times have I wished that I could do a back handspring? I can't even count them, there's so many.
Then, next week before tumbling:
Kenzie: "No!" Yelled emphatically in her best 'I'm-in-charge-here' voice. "No! I don't want to go. Nooooooo. Insert whining.
At tumbling: No! Mom! No! Don't leave me!" She clings to my leg as her teacher tries to coax her to the mat. "No mom! I don't want to!"
Me, internally, "This is so not worth it. I'm telling her teacher this is her last week. Maybe."
Then during tumbling I took these pictures because I figure that would be one of my only chances if I give in. She has a friend, Rusti, taking dance and she's been asking me to take her to that, so I think I will maybe give that a try. (How's that for committing, non-committally?) Does this look like someone having a bad time?