So many things spinning in my head this morning… I take comfort in this piece from my past:
My son is at an age where he still believes that I can do most anything. I’m at an age where I still believe that I can (although my body begs to differ). My son showed me a new self-taught flip he’s perfected. It’s a combination cartwheel with a swirl. Not a twist. My son believes that it’s his best ever. It’s probably not one you’d ever see during gymnastics week on TV but, it gets a 10 any day in my book.
My son believes that I can still tumble. I remember being able to impress him with my one-dimensional flips a few years ago, and I remember doing my own swirls back when gravity liked me. So still believing, I did one of my flips at my son’s request. It was not quite a no-hand, but hey, my fan-club of one liked it! I figured that I would have better luck doing a headstand with my back and feet against the wall.
When I wrote this sometime ago, I learned:
- gravity is not always my friend
- headaches come in two forms, inside and out
- i’d try that headstand again because my son and i both believed.
Today, 10 pounds heavier: I still believe…
