The girls were wound for sound all day. It was one of those days in kid-world that felt like 10 days long. Finally 5:00 had arrived. On with the leotards and off to the "Y". Only a million questions later, and a full set of instructions from Molly to Rayleigh about every drip of knowledge that she attained about gymnastics, we were finally there. (Molly is quite the "coach" when it comes to encouraging Rayleigh, but when it comes right down to it, Rayleigh often is more willing to perform.)
At first, it felt like a bad scene out of "Mr. Mom" - you know, the one where the mom has her window rolled down and is yelling, "You're doing it wrong - you're going the wrong way!" The gym was busting at the seams, and I happen to sit in a lady's chair that she was apparently saving for her 3-year-old when she thought she needed a seat. She diligently let me know that she was sitting there! Talk about hospitality for the new girl! Anyway, we blew it off, and stood at the end and waited for class to begin.
The rest of the evening went fairly smooth however. The girls were pretty shy at first, but the teacher is very understanding & encouraging and allowed me to stay on the mat with them for as long as it takes. They jumped right in and did very well. Rayleigh got a little freaked out once when she spotted all of the parents watching her and needed to take a few minutes to regain control of herself, but other than that, they did very well.
From the sounds of them on the way home, you would think that we will be seeing them in the next Olympics, but we will see.
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