I wish for you to have a child just like you

That's what my mother said to me. In fact she has said it to me in many different fashions. The simple fact that she said it to me is the main reason why I'd never give her the satisfaction of calling her to apologize for giving her probably more gray hair during my rein as gymnast than at any other time.

Wanna know why? Because I did. I had a kid just like me. In fact.... I had 2.

With Meredith now in gymnastics I now understand the physical act of having a stroke and/or heart attack when my child decides she's going to practice all her new moves on whatever surface she can.



My child has taken to diving off of the couch. Practicing her balance beam routine on parking lot barriers. She has taken to swinging from bars meant to keep children from falling at the playground. She practices tumbling on her bed or off the bed as the case may be. She practices on & off of my bed (which by the way is higher off the ground than her bed). In the restaurant. At the fountain by Well Fargo in Charlotte.

Yes ladies & germs..... I had a child just like me. Flexible, eager & determined to give me a stroke at every turn. Just to show me can do "it" because she's 4 now. OH DEAR GOD!!!

The other guy.... well... He's stubborn and just like I'd never give my mother the satisfaction.... he's not giving me the satisfaction.

That little stinker can totally stand. Can totally walk. Don't believe me. I wish I had video of him walking. Like full on walking across the room at physical therapy like he's been doing it his whole life. But alas.... he wouldn't give me the satisfaction. Apparently the camera is like kryptonite to a kid like him (us). Rotten. But.... I did trick him into standing.