Well, it’s been a source of uncertainty for a couple of years now. You might remember my post earlier this year about Brooklyn and what her deal is with dance. To refresh your memory, she LOVES being there, but HATES going to it.
So this year I signed her up like usual, and although she was more positive she still wasn’t excited. When I asked her why, she said:
*Well, I just feel like I’ve been there too long*
So I probed further and asked if she would be interested in trying a new studio {a thought that had not previously occurred to me lol}. I didn’t think too much more about it and Brooklyn really didn’t bring it up again either.
But several weeks ago now, I followed an instinct and switched her. Actually, I switched them both. I chose a studio that I have heard excellent things about, one where several of my friends have put their kids, and one, upon visiting, just gave such a nice feeling.
So I signed them each up for a Hip Hop class, and Brooklyn’s first class was just 30 minutes after registering them. lol She was a little nervous and feeling lazy and really didn’t want to go, but I coaxed her. And she ended up going happily in the end.
In fact, while in the waiting room, I turned around and she had gone into class without so much as an *I’ll see you later*. After class she said she liked it.
Later that night, during bedtime prayers, she expressed gratitude for her new dance class.
Seriously.
Then, on the Wednesday, while I was telling Jonah that his new hip hop class would be the next day, Brooklyn said, *Oh, I wish it was Tuesday already*.
It was a difficult decision because we’ve been at their old studio since she was 4 {so this was year 6}, but it was the right one. And I couldn’t be happier.
P.S. Jonah’s first class was GREAT! He came out so thrilled and happy and showing me what he had learned.
P.S.S. It’s been over a month now, and the kids are incredibly happy and settled in. I never have to convince Brooklyn to go and week after week she tells me how much she likes it. Jonah, also, is happy to go. In fact, when I had a small *friend of the family* emergency to attend to, and spent some time at the ER, making him miss his class, he BURST INTO TEARS.
It’s a good sign. A good sign indeed.
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