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By the time you read this, I’ll have either succeeded in or failed to sign my daughter up for gymnastics. Am I pushing her to be the next Bridget Sloan? Um, no…at least I hope not!
It’s not that I wouldn’t be honored and uber-proud of her if she made the 2020 Olympics in gymnastics, it’s just that despite the fact that I love, LOVE gymnastics, I’m not sure if I want our family to take that road. To have her give up so much of her personal life in order to spend a few extra hours in the gym every…single..day? In the hope that maybe one day in 12 years she’ll be perfect enough to go to the Olympics? To spend all that money? To perhaps rob her of a few inches of height? Seriously, we’re Latinas, we don’t have much height to give up.
So why am I signing her up for gymnastics? Because as I said, I love it! And I gave birth to a very talented tree climber & otherwise all around jumping/flipping machine. Gymnastics is natural to her. Do I think that if we decided today to go for the Olympics she’d make it? I’d lean towards a yes…but I’m not making that decision. Oh, hells no…not with my daughter! I can’t even pick her clothes for her much less push her into 2-a-day workouts in the gym.
So what about softball, swimming, or volleyball?
While I’ve never heard of a 4′9″ softball player (although my younger sister came close!), I’m still not ready to sign up the kid for a life of uber-demanding sports. I can’t believe I just said that!
I’m ultra-competitive, love sports, and would have given my right arm for gymnastics lessons as a kid. But for my daughter, I want her to enjoy life, especially her all too short childhood. I sometimes make being an adult sound worse than it is just to try to keep her focused on her “now” and not what she’s going to do when she’s 16.
Don’t get me wrong, I am in total awe of every Olympian. The dedication, the strength, the rock hard abs…I think I’ve finally come to realize that there is something special about being an average person who lives an ordinary life.
What will I do once the Olympics fade away and my daughter comes to me asking to join a competitive team? I’ll be the proudest mama in the world.
Edited to add: On the flip side, NBC gives us a photo gallery of some of the Olympic moms. I love that Jennie Finch’s son is named Ace.
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