Dancemania

[lydamorehouse]

When Shawn and I picked Mason up after dance class last night it was evident he'd been crying. Shawn stayed behind to talk to the community education assistant, while I took Mason to the car. All he told me, of course, was that he didn't want to do dance class any more. What Shawn found out was that he seemed to have had a great time (particpating, etc.,) until the end when she said "he just seemed done" and got very nervous about whether or not we'd remember to pick him up.

Shawn and I both agreed that Mason should give it one more day before we make any kind of decision about quitting. Shawn also found out from the community education assistant that there is a scheduled time for snack (a big concern because Mason usually eats an early dinner/4:30 or 5:00 and the class goes until 5:00) so today I packed him an extra snack to have (full of lots of good protein -- a chocolate milk and trail mix as well as some fun stuff.) We also promised to show up early so that he could see that we were waiting to pick him up. I also put a lot of notes of encouragement in his lunch box and snack bag.

Hopefully today will go better.

The funny part of this is that I think he really just hit a wall or something at the end of the day, because as soon as we got home he saw his neighborhood friends were out playing and he ran off to join them. So it's not like he was having some kind of regressive clinginess, I don't think. We had to call him back once dinner was on the table.

Out of curiosity, I asked him how many boys were in the Dancemania class and he shrugged and said, "Lots. Why?" I should have known better than to think that was part of the problem. He PREFERS the company of girls still.

Having enough protien can really be a mood-saver. I'm really hopeful that will help.

I managed to get my 2,000 words written yesterday, and, after trying to tell Shawn the scenes I had left to write, I realized I need to review my proposal. It's not that I think I'm too far off track, it's just that I don't quite remember how I'd planned to lead up to the big final scene. Sometimes my proposals are pretty clever. I should see what I'd been thinking. :-)

Lately I've had the most vivid dreams. I don't know if it's because I sleep more soundly in the cool, rainy weather or if the new 40+ women's vitamins I'm taking are charging up my brain, but it's been great fun. Last night involved running for office -- or maybe helping someone else's campaign, I'm no longer sure. But I can still picture some scenes, you know?

Anyway, I have to run home and get started writing. I also have to tackle a few dishes too or we're going to be like the guy in the picture book who never washed his dishes... and have to leave piles of them out in the rain.

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Kids are funny. The damnedest things can spook them, for reasons that aren't terribly apparent to the rest of us. It may have been a particular piece of music, or something he heard someone else say and misunderstood. You might try talking to him a little the day before the next lesson. Maybe he'll be more forthcoming then.