Sidelined

I just had to get this out and this is probably the best way to do it (since I already laid in bed crying for a half an hour last night).

Anyways, most Moms lament about their babies growing up, crying when folding old clothes and having their heart string tugged at when their baby moves out of a stage.

I am not most Moms, honestly, I have been happy to watch Avery grow, with very little bittersweet mixed in. I am glad to see her get bigger, funnier, and independent. I do not miss the baby stage at all! 18 months to 30 months has been my favorite time yet!

I am not judging other people's emotions, because if anything I am the odd one out on this.

However, I lost my shit last night. Ray and I were talking about Avery doing gymnastics the following day. I was telling him how we had through May paid up and I opted out for June since we will be out of town 3 weekends of the four.

And that when Avery went back she would be going to the 3 year old class, because her teacher thinks she will do better in that class. Great, right? No, because that class does not include parents. It is just the kids and the teacher.

This means I have four classes left where I am there, with her. FOUR. We have been doing some form of gym or gymnastics since she was 9 months old. I have been at all but 1. These classes are some of my favorite memories with Avery, the thing I would look forward to as the start to our weekend together.

This is my first real breakdown about my baby girl growing up. I know it sounds stupid, it is just gymnastics, but it is so many other things. Other people will be teaching, coaching her, and guiding her through extra curricular activities from here on out.

My heart is breaking a little. Here are some of my memories of our time together in the gym. Sorry most are blurry, as she is a girl on the move.