To tell the truth I don't blame her, I was equally as anxious during the time we were apart. It was disconcerting they didn't take my phone number, spoke scant English, and only asked her name and then I was to leave. The first day I sat in my car the entire time reading - I just couldn't leave the parking lot. The Little Gym was clearly a classy place - the level of vigilance is just different than in the USA. Something inside of me sang when I got her back in my arms each day. Connor proudly showed me her new skills, including forward rolls, and she is still talking about The Little Gym. It was a rewarding experience. I am glad we did it. And we need to have more big-girl experiences like this. Both of us.
So, I admit it - I am a hovering, overprotective mom. It is the hardest thing in the world for me to step back and let Connor go. I never thought I would be that way. I hoped I would be a super cool, laid back mom who could let go and roll with the punches more often than not. I used to be that way when I was a working mom. But being with Connor nonstop has exacerbated my hovering. As has living in a place where the native language is not English. I feel that much more awash with love for my daughter and protective of her environment. Perhaps I will relent a little when I return to work back in the USA. In the meantime, I am open to advice!