Not quite as successful as art class: day one.
I can make lots of excuses and explanations for why this morning’s class wasn’t as successful as last week’s; she has four new teeth coming in, which means she hasn’t been sleeping well, mix that with the fact that she is very solidly between one and two naps per day and I have a very tired toddler on my hands.
Excuses and explanations aside, that doesn’t change the fact that instead of indulging her senses and exploring her creativity this morning, my sixteen-month-old was running from one side of the classroom to the other, yelling and shaking her noisemaker while the other babies and mommies watched curiously.
We made a very solid attempt to sit in a chair and paint with trucks (their wheels dipped in paint and rolled across paper) and even produced another lovely piece of artwork for the fridge.
She also tried to sit patiently while mommy made a noisemaker out of a toilet paper roll, some shiny paper, buttons and bells. But really, she was much more interested in the manufactured noisemakers (much louder!).
Ultimately though, she spent 20 of the 30 minutes of class running, yelling and shaking her noisemaker before collapsing and laying with her head on the floor. It was pretty clear at this point that she wasn’t just energetic and excited, she was overstimulated and exhausted. So, we went home.
And this is how she looked exactly 20 minutes after leaving class:
Adelaide never fights naps or bed time. And I know, I am the luckiest mom in the world to have a child who doesn’t fight her rest time (yet!). The downside is that she also never asks for a nap or bed time. She just goes and goes and goes until her batteries are drained and even then she continues to go, go, go until mommy or daddy steps in and says “Ok, thats enough, it’s time to rest”. And as frequently as this happens, I still feel unsure about my decision; that is, until she curls up in my arms, rests her head on my chest and lets her eyes close. It’s as if she’s saying, “thank you, mommy. I really needed this, but I didn’t know how to ask”.
Adelaide looks so much like Matt that sometimes I forget, she’s my child too. Then days like this happen and I’m reminded that she probably has more of her mommy in her than we know. I often need someone (usually Matt) to step in and say, “Ok, enough. You’ve got too much on your plate. You need to take some time for yourself”. It’s a sobering lesson to learn that my daughter seems to need this too. It’s good for me, to do this for her, so I can remember to do the same thing for myself.
I love it when Adelaide teaches me things. I hope she never stops!
I posted some photos from class this morning in the Art Class gallery. They’re all blurry, and I don’t think that requires an explanation!