Anticipation

She is beside herself with excitement. And in the few hours that have lapsed since I took her into the gymnastics place to sign her up and since we went to Target together to purchase her gymnastics leotard, in those few hours, we have had the same conversation many more times than I can count on two hands.

"What day will I start my gymnastics class, Mommy?"

"Well, this week since you missed the first class this morning, you will have your class on Thursday night. But every week after this week, it will be on Monday morning."

"What day is today?"

"Monday."

"So tomorrow I can say the day after tomorrow I'll have my gymnastics class?"

"Yep! When you wake up tomorrow, you can say that day after tomorrow will be your first class. Then the next day when you wake up, you can say that tomorrow you'll have your first class!"

"Then it will be on Monday after this week?"

"Yep!"

"But this week it's on Thursday?"

"You got it!"

And on the way to Target, there was this conversation as well as one that went like this:

"We're going to Target now?"

"Uh huh."

"To get that thing for me, that thing, what is it called again?"

"A leotard."

"To get my leotard?"

"Yep!"

"For my gymnastics class?"

She couldn't wait to get home to try it on. All the way home she talked about her new class and her "What is that thing I'm wearing called again, Mommy?" and about how she would practice her balance when she got home. And she did practice her balance on the stairs, on the wide stripes of the area rug, on the strips of the hardwood floor.


Yes, my little girl is definitely very excited about her first gymnastics class.