Okay all you grandparents out there, if something doesn’t work out, don’t feel like you have to continue on; be willing to change direction and try something else.
The Mommy and Me classes for Konnor are no longer on our to-do list. We missed last week and the prior week’s class found Konnor distracted, not able to stay on task, and generally just not interested. Actually, I agreed – the program is a great concept, just not well-executed. So this morning I asked Konnor if he would like to go and he said “I would NOT like to go.” Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out we weren’t going.
While it was a great idea, I’m quite happy to change direction and do something else. So after breakfast when Konnor asked to do crafts, I thought it sounded like a great idea. Konnor found his mommy’s stamps and I got the ink pads, lined his little table with newspaper, provided a piece of white paper, and for 10 minutes (probably the most you can expect from a two-year-old) Konnor stamped away. Mostly the letter K and doggie paw prints but he used four colors and covered the entire paper, proudly showing his mommy when she came home from work.
The Dougherty household is getting ready for Callan’s arrival and items have been brought out of storage. One of those items is the swing that, as an infant, Konnor DID NOT like at all. But you never know; maybe Callan will. Konnor was quite intrigued and without batteries installed he contentedly pushed the swing back and forth, practicing for when the baby would be in it. Needing batteries sounded like a great purpose for some Wal-Mart shopping so off we went.
Upon our return Konnor couldn’t wait to get the batteries in and start up the swing. It’s full of buttons that cause the various rhythms and sounds so it was right up his alley. Batteries in, Konnor started playing. He went through most of the music options, settling on a sweet classical lullaby type tune. And right before my eyes he starts doing a slow, ballet. It was so touching and so sweet. He moved slowly in time to the music and truly looked like a ballerina. I asked him what he was doing, and his answer just melted my heart. “I’m dancing for Jesus.”
I wish the dance had lasted a minute longer. I got my phone out to take a video but Konnor was done and on to the next thing. So this precious moment was not captured and I can’t pass along. But I write about it, hoping it will always be with me…if not in memory, at least by re-reading these simple stories about how I spend my Mondays.