Sofia had a rough start with little gym class, falling in with the rest of the group, submitting to authority, following the rules, etc. But she quickly improved with the promise of a new blue tutu, then ice cream, and then regressed again on her last class. Why? I don't know, probably just to remind me who's in control of the misery factor in our lives. This picture was from one of her best days in class. She still does not want to make contact with the other kids if she doesn't have to. So here you can see how she uses "panda" (a mouse dressed up as a duck) as a buffer in this conga line thing they are doing.
I would like to think that these kinds of difficulties are a stage or a result of some temporary collection of factors currently present in her life. And, that maybe the right kind of activities and attention will help mitigate these issues and help steer her back in the right direction. But, as Sofia gets older and establishes her footprint on this world, I realize that this may be -- just who she is. Maybe I'm the one that needs some special activities and attention to help me get used to the idea that only more of this is coming. Because if she doesn't want to join the group now and wait in line to do a somersault as her teacher told her to, then she sure as hell isn't going to want to do anything any one tells her to do when she's 16. I'm bracing myself.
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