So two weeks ago, I brought Charlotte to gymnastics class. 9am on a Saturday...early yes, but Art is at work, and she wakes up at 7am. I was tired, and unsure of what to expect.
I spent the next 45 minutes watching a teenage girl ( whom I sure is very nice) completely fail as a teacher. She already looked nervous and quiet with a subtle sour look on her face. She did not know anything about keeping the attention of three year olds. It pained me to watch...and the longer it went, the more exasperation I saw on her face. Then I realized...she hates this! She just hasnt admitted it yet!
So long story, unimportant details skipped, made short...I made her cry. I suggested a few things to help manage to keep Charlotte at least in the same area of the gym...and the teacher just crumbled and ran behind the desk.
Ummmmm....I was totally taken by surprise. And I LET IT RUIN MY DAY.
I apologized, I explained myself...all I got as a response from her..."well i've had alot worse kids."
Im still mad at myself for letting it ruin my day. She should not have been teaching.
Im trying to wrap up this blog before gym class is over....so take aways?
Teach my kids to be honest with themselves about their skills, teach them how to approach constructive criticism, apologize if you hurt someone's feelings but it doesnt mean you have to stay in the sutuation. My take away...dont feel bad about expecting a certain amount of quality...within reason.
The gym ended up replacing the teacher and all us good...I dont think I was the first frustrated parent.
Charlotte is loving gym class!
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