I don't know what I expected, but up to this point in my life, the only gymnastics that I had witnessed at a meet was at the Olympic level. Which basically means I saw lots of stress, pressure and tears along with big skills accompanied by big smiles when the scores were good. So, when my daughter decided to join TEAM gymnastics, I was a bit nervous about what we were getting ourselves into.
Then came the first gymnastics meet. I tried my best to slick her hair back. She was very sweet, almost like the mommy, telling me that "I did such a good job". But then we get to the gym and the girls REALLY have their hair tight and braided and we both immediately knew my styling was not gonna cut the mustard. From the moment she walked into the team room, she was embraced and loved and encouraged. I left her at that point, with her coaches and teammates, and sat out in the crowd to watch and take pictures…attempting to document every single moment.
The girls were adorable. And I honestly don't where they get the courage to do this stuff in front of everyone. In swimming, I had my cap and goggles on with my head down. I was in my own little safe bubble. I had tears in my eyes watching these 6-year-olds run down for their vault with such determination as each jumped, landed, and turned to beam a smile at the judges.
And the JUDGES. They were amazing. They were encouraging the kids every step of the way simply with their attitude. One vault judge would thank the girls after every turn. At the end, almost everyone got a ribbon. But it wasn't just a trophy or a medal, it was a ribbon for participating and having the courage to compete which made them feel amazing. After it was all over, Skye said to me with the biggest smile, "I can't believe I got 9th!!!"
I think she just might be hooked and I don't blame her at all.
The girls were adorable. And I honestly don't where they get the courage to do this stuff in front of everyone. In swimming, I had my cap and goggles on with my head down. I was in my own little safe bubble. I had tears in my eyes watching these 6-year-olds run down for their vault with such determination as each jumped, landed, and turned to beam a smile at the judges.
And the JUDGES. They were amazing. They were encouraging the kids every step of the way simply with their attitude. One vault judge would thank the girls after every turn. At the end, almost everyone got a ribbon. But it wasn't just a trophy or a medal, it was a ribbon for participating and having the courage to compete which made them feel amazing. After it was all over, Skye said to me with the biggest smile, "I can't believe I got 9th!!!"
