Taking advantage of a groupon, I signed Waleed up for a one month Gymboree pass. While okay enough, I don't know if its $74/month okay enough. Still, today was our last session so I signed up for 'art' instead of 'play' to see how it went. I felt nervous on my way there because they've been really pushing me to renew and I have a very hard time saying no, especially when very nice people get very insistent.
Waleed made a mad dash for the play area and stared at me utterly perplexed as I led him to the art room. As the session went on that look never really left his face:
Bobbi: It's okay you know. They don't always like art class at first.
Me: Yeah, he just really loves the playing part.
Bobbi: It's not his fault. He's not a bad child for it. It's normal.
Me: Oh I know, he's just super active.
Bobbi: Exactly. It doesn't mean he's delayed. Or there's something wrong with him. Or that this is a warning sign for something else. Or that he's not meeting developmental milestones. Don't get too worried. It'll be okay.
As I dragged him home that afternoon hollering his utter disbelief at having been so close to slides he could not slide, two thoughts came to mind: a) I never really thought a dislike for art meant anything other than a dislike for art but thank you very much for that to ponder and b) making an exit with an outspoken toddler amidst a crowd of finger-painted little ones makes the conversation about care to renew please please please a whole lot easier to avoid.
[As an aside, it disturbed me how some construed this post. The intent is to share a 'day in the life of' and a reflection on well meaning people who often say things that are just well, befuddling, a thing I do quite often. For the record, I'm not worried his lack of interest in art is anything other than a lack of interest in art though I reserve the right to write about things I am concerned about if I choose to]