Sports Class

We just started something called "Multi-Sports" and your first class was today. I have to preface this letter by saying the following: I am not one of those mothers who think their child is an angel 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. (I'm not judging mothers that do, but recommending they seek therapy.) Of course, I am your biggest fan, but I will always be honest with you and everyone else. That said... YOU WERE THE BEST KID IN THE CLASS!!!

Just look at you attentively listening to Coach Derek, little hands behind your back.  While the other kids were running away from their parents or throwing tantrums (not judging, not judging, been there, done that), you followed every direction, cheered for your classmates, shared, gave the Coach high fives and impressed us all with your soccer skills.    

Coaches pet.  I am so proud of you, that I rocked this shirt your dad surprised me with last night...

HELL YEAH I'M YOUR MOM!  (I know nothing about soccer.)

Splash

When I say that you hate swim class, I really, really mean it. You hate it as much as I would hate swimming with these guys...


However, you love the pool and have no problem splashing around at your grandparent's house. You love water in general... the beach, your tubby, drinking fountains, sinks, buckets. Anything that will get you wet.

But swim CLASS is another story. Maybe you're afraid of how I look in my headache-inducing swim cap I'm forced to wear at the Y. Or maybe it's the part where I dunk your entire head under water, suddenly, with no warning. Whatever it is, you scream for the entire half hour while I flash fake "I'm calm and I don't care if you're judging me and my child and this swim cap is squishing my brain" smiles at the other mothers.