Yesterday I visited Janelle who blogs at My Men and Me. She wrote a post that described me perfectly and we have never met. She didn’t do it intentionally, but it was one of those coincidences… Here is the link to her blog: http://mymenandme.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/in-the-company-of-women/.
This post talked about her hesitating in going on a women’s time away. It is a different experience than her normal routine. We can all relate to new situations and experiences and we all handle them differently.
This morning I took little man for a walk to the local library. It was a half hour program of music, movement and singing. My dear daughter had wanted him to experience this time and so this lovely morning I put him in the stroller and we set out.
It was a great adventure, the weather is fall like and the walk to the library was filled with seeing buses and cars and construction cranes.
Little man was enjoying himself and did not realize he was going on a new adventure. Grammy did. There was a part of me that was very hesitant about going. What would be required of me? Where should I park the stroller? Would I have to sit someplace other than holding on to my dear little man?
No, I do not take well to new experiences. I don’t welcome them. Give me the same routine. Don’t put me out of my comfort zone. I don’t like it.
So, my lesson for today? Go with the flow. Check out the situation, take a few steps into the thick of things and hold on tight to what you know. That is exactly what little man did today. He checked out the surroundings and studied the other toddlers. He took a few steps out on his own, but did not wander far from Grammy’s reach. When he needed reassurance he climbed back into my lap and sat watching it all.
I was so very proud of him. He joined in and smiled. He was a bit reserved, but he participated. Lesson learned. This old granny saw how he handles this group. He didn’t kick and scream. He went in. He didn’t cry, he let me do the arm motions with him. He was brave. He had a new experience. He got a stamp on his little arm of Mother Goose. It was his badge of honor. He made it through his first group experience.
I think I got a bit braver too, but I didn’t get a stamp on my arm… yes, I am pouting. DAF