She is the youngest, just turning 3 and has yet adjusted to being without mom for the hour long class.
K would come home every Wednesday morning and say, "My friend ran out of class again!"
Meaning she took off in search of mom.
Mom was usually right outside the door waiting.
The distraction affects all the girls, they are only 3 and 4 years old, so the stop and start gets a little frustrating for the dance teacher.
Mom tried to stay further away, but she'd cry and yell for her if she couldn't see her.
At first I thought, maybe she was just a tad young.
She's not used to being away from her mom, hasn't been in school setting, still learning to be around her peers (strangers).
Today I learned something new. We all did.
K's little friend has a brother with special needs. He is severely handicapped, in a wheelchair, and has an additional helper for the parents to get through each day.
I see why the mom looks harried each week.
I began to think about all the work, effort, and stress that goes on in their lives on a daily basis and feel that just the simple running out of a ballet class is the least of the mom's worries.
I began to think about how lucky I am to be a parent of 3 able children. I feel the guilt of sometimes feeling overwhelmed at my own life, when I don't even know how this lady must feel.
Getting into our car as we left, K noticed the families' van's ramp.
"What is that mom?!"
It's a ramp for your friend's brother's wheelchair.
"Why does he have that?"
His legs and body don't work like ours do.
And I could see the look on her face like she was absorbing it all in.
I know the lady would not want me to feel sorry for her, and truly I don't.
I feel sorry for me. I don't appreciate how easy my life can be.