hiking without happy meals; a modern paradigm chronicling the struggles, pitfalls,
& successes of life, running, writing, urban farming,
& home schooling in these crazy modern days.
Life is our classroom.
I could live without gymnastics. I could live without contacts and glasses in & on the eyes of a 7 yr-old. I could live without back to back meets. I could live without travel & traffic, finding strange gyms in strange places. Parking woes and cold coffee. What I can't live without is her. And she lives for all this.
Cold morning start
See her down there so small. We had 2 snags today with the eyes. We couldn't get contacts in and then before the meet started Beach got her glasses stuck in her hair but no one noticed for awhile & I watched helplessly from behind the glass doors with the big red sign that forbid parents from entering. In the end I managed to grab her coach & let her know. Beach was brought to me & I entangled the glasses and redid the fancy hair. Dust off the ego and no harm done...
She fell in her beam routine today. Which isn't listed as a snag because falling is part of the game. She wasn't even doing anything that hard & she almost never falls. The parents all gasped. I might have sworn, I don't know I wasn't listening. No one thought Beach would fall. But she got back on finished strong, Silver Medal Strong, and later she told me a glint off the side of her glasses threw her off & added "No big deal." You're right kid, falling is no big deal but getting back up sure is.
She & her team mates controlled the podium. Beach taking Gold in the All Around for 8-9 yr olds with 2 Silvers & 2 Bronzes for her beloved gym. But look at them, they are all babies, sweet little monkeys, each one of them hoping & dreaming...~sigh~ oh, the hopes & dreams of little girls :) We have the best team.
See? The very best.
This is a shot of Boo's Silver from Beam. You can see her saluting with flare! You can see GTC holding firm the medals line.
I could think of a thousand different ways I would want to spend my Saturdays and yet not one different way I would want to spend my life.
"It's hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Do you dream about
music or mathematics
or planets too far for the eye?"