I just popped in to my neighborhood book store to get some books for Vivien. I do my very best not to buy books online from the place that rhymes with parmesan and go to our locally owned small book store full of charm and questionable profit models. I was clearly doing the right thing because in the back of the store they had a toddler music class going on.See, a store in the community cares about community. I smiled. Transported to those years, not that long ago when I took my children to music classes. Sitting a in a circle with an earnest adult playing guitar. ( sidebar, there was one kid there who looked about 5 or 6 and I thought if I brought Rex to something like that now I’d be a victim of matricide).
With my first kid I trucked all over for little kiddo classes. I thought it was good for her. Was it? Good for me! Naw, truth is if you stay home and don’t stress that they fell asleep for a nap right before you get to the class you spent $200 on it’s easier on mom.
So, when Rex came along I was wiser and poorer so I did my own music class. It turned out great!