Last week my toddler and I had to leave gymnastics class early. Her turn on the trampoline was complete, and she needed to move on to the balance beams. The problem? The trampoline is her favorite. So, like any normal, strong-willed two-year old, she reacted by throwing herself on the ground and screaming.
I tried to calm her down but quickly decided she was going home without the sticker each gymnast earns at the end of class. I carried my flailing toddler through the crowd of parents and found myself flustered as we made our way through the parking lot. My hair was frizzing in the Texas humidity and my high school health teacher would have described me as glistening (because ladies don't sweat).