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Turns out, that the class
really is one giant class, with 20 or so 3-6 year olds running around, and one
poor high school senior doing her best to corral them all. Sometimes she has helpers, but mostly it is
just her. Each class has been a very
long hour of me sitting there trying to not jump up and interfere. I mean really, even when she had 2 helpers; 3
teens are no match for 20 kids in a gym.
Plus given the age ranges, it is almost impossible to get them all to do
the same thing… let alone learn concepts like rebounding and playing
defense! I mean really, rebounding? Even the 6 year olds had no interest in
that.
The whole time I sit there
and think, “Why don’t they ask for the parents to help?” “Oh yeah, that is so not going to work with
this age group!” “Does she really think
they are listening at all?” ; on the
flip side I am yelling at my little bear “Pay attention, your coach is
talking”, “Stop throwing your ball and listen”, “Stop hitting each other with
your balls!”
It is 60 minutes of
pandemonium!
Part of me knows that they
are kids and this is what kids should behave like. The other part though wants to be able to
control everything and have order. It’s
a constant struggle in my brain to either be a control freak, or to be the calm
cool mom who just laughs, deals, and does not pass her neurotic tendencies on
to her offspring!
Never did I imagine being a
mom was going to be such a challenge to my inner control freak. The good news is that I am slowly learning to
let go of the control. I have begun to
take joy in watching my son learn, even if it is not the way I would go about
doing it or teaching it. The important
thing is his smile and his joy. If he
can find joy in pandemonium, then so can his crazy old mom!
