On a whim, I signed Em up for a toddler soccer class designed for 2-3-year-olds. The class description said it was low-key, and it's a fun weekend activity for us to do as a family. Brent grew up playing soccer, and we're both looking forward to the day she joins a kid league of her own.
Em is usually so focused in all the group toddler classes we've taken. She adores the teachers and hangs onto their every word.
But you know what a toddler soccer class at a nearby park doesn't have that those other classes do?
You know what a toddler soccer class at a nearby park does have that those other classes don't?
NEARBY SWINGS AND CLIMBING TOWERS.
Her first class started off well enough. She took her place on the colored dot the instructor had thrown onto the grass. She dribbled her ball with her feet to the nets across the way, all the while yelling, "KICK!" with each move. (The yelling was her own thing, not something taught in the class.) It was adorable.
Then she spotted the swings and took off. It was like that scene in Forrest Gump where he makes the touchdown but just keeps on running.
We chased after her and let her play on a swing for a minute before trying to convince her to rejoin class. She went back, but like a vampire who's had its first taste of blood, she wanted MORE! MORE SWING! Screw the class!
We didn't want to pressure her to do an activity she didn't want to do, so we eventually gave in and hoped she'd be more into class the second time.
At this weekend's class, she started ok.
Then she spotted the playground and planned her escape.
Here's where she spent most of soccer class. That couple behind her on the bench? Another set of parents whose tot was more into sand than soccer.
Let's put things in perspective.
Brent's hoping he might be able to talk the instructors into moving the class a little further from the playground, although they had mentioned that they're used to kids losing interest. 'Tis the age, ya know?
It's interesting to see the difference amongst the age ranges. The younger 2-year-olds, like Em and the other classmate at the playground, were much less engaged than the older 2- and 3-year-olds. Our friends, Cat & Adi, enrolled their daughter in the class, too. She's six months older than Em, and she was definitely more focused on the games and instructions.
We'll keep at it, though, through the remaining six classes. Maybe Em will come around, and maybe not. We'll be fine either way, as long as she's happy, whether it be on the field, on the playground or at post-class brunch.