Gymnastics
A while ago, I wrote about how Margo was having trouble, um, "adjusting" to her gymnastics class, maybe not taking direction quite as well as, say, the average human being.
About a week after I wrote that, something clicked in Margo's mind, and she started loving gymnastics, having fun, knowing the drill and running to the next station with her little eggbeater legs eggbeating away.
Note that these classes are less about competitive gymnastics where parents prep their children for the Olympics 16 years from now (... well, maybe one father might have that on his mind, but he seems to have been an Eastern European gymnast in his own day), and more about having kids run and learn a bit more balance.
March 2 was "parents day" at gymnastics, when family could come and watch the kids in action. May I present to you, Bulgaria's gymnastics sensation, Svetlana Margovitch.
Half-way through the class, as I'm helping Margo jump through something or other, I get the distinct feeling that she's going through some basic training obstacle course for toddlers, preparing her to become a Survivalist in the Michigan Militia. Then I remind myself how she has trouble differentiating the words for "toe" and "ear" in French, and the hilarity that that provides, and I realize that everything's going to be alright.
- Michel
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10:55 p.m.Wow, Margo you seem to be havin g a lot of fun but why are you not smiling? Is it concentration?
I love the little side steps that you are taking on that beam, that is so neat. Are your friends doing just as good as you?
You also like to know who is behind you, wonder what you are thinking.
Keep on the good work,love you.
Grandmaman
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