Vicarious Rocky

Feeling like a bad mother today. We went to a free music class this morning and the kids went into the classroom without the Moms. I was pretty positive that wouldn't fly. Sure enough, she closed that door and I heard a shriek, "Maaaamyyyyy." And out runs my son hanging off my shirt and sobbing desperate crocodile tears, "I want to read a story. I want to go home." Which were the two things we had been doing prior to the class.

My mother was there and she calmed him down and sat with him so they could watch the class through the glass door together. He wouldn't go back in of course. But in the 15 minutes we sat there, two of the children left class to use the Potty by themselves.

So, to wrap it up, I have a completely unsocialized, insecure boy who still shits his pants. This does not resonate well with me. I don't blame Indy at all. I really feel I am failing to present the right situations so that he can reach these 3-year-old milestones within an acceptable timeframe.

Most days, I live in the moment, am blissful, and realize I don't want to hurry his life along. Today I got bummed out about it all.