Watching my friend’s six-year old skip rope was like watching a flower attached to a metronome. The wispy little girl was light and rhythmic. Watching my six-year old, on the other hand, was like watching a new driver learn to operate a standard transmission. Of course after seeing my child’s desperate need for a compliment I tell her she’s a good jump-roper as well. Clearly, we were four perceptive females, and it was obvious my friend’s little girl was the better jumper of the two. So what! Big deal.
Well,
apparently, for my competitive child it was a big deal. My husband and
I return home after being out of town for four days to find my daughter
sweating and jumping at what first appeared to be a jump rope, but upon
closer inspection was speaker wire. The child didn’t have a jump rope,
but she found a spool of speaker wire and the babysitter said she had
spent the entire weekend honing her jump rope skills with the
occasional water break. She taught herself to jump backwards; on one
foot; turning around; and, turning around backward on one foot.
WHY didn't I take a photograph of her sweating and jumping rope with a piece of speaker wire? (obviously, the dog jumping rope is not my daughter!)
