We got to rejoice with a pretty proud Mama
last night at our home group. Seems that
our resident little one, Joy, graduated from her gymnastics class for
toddlers. Mama Alexandra was showing off
the gold medal she was awarded. And hey,
who am I kidding? I was pretty proud
myself. I sure wouldn’t have excelled in
a gymnastics class before I even turned two years old. I was lucky to find my mouth with food back
then. Not that I remember much of that
time in my life. It has been a
while.
Speaking of proud Mamas, April posted a few
videos that she took of Cailyn’s first dance class yesterday. There she was, all decked out in her
ballerina, tutu garb (Cailyn, not April), flitting about the room with the other twenty or so
little girls. I was especially impressed
with the pre-balance beam apparatus.
They walked across a board about six inches wide, stepped onto one of
those little trampoline things and bounced a few minutes, then hopped onto a
mat at the end and turned a somersault. Cailyn
held her arms out to the side in a highly graceful manner as she maneuvered across
the board, and held her position even while hopping. Very impressive. Just like the Olympics.
There was one move I didn’t understand,
though. The girls all got in a single
file line with hands on the shoulder of the person in front of them. Then they walked around in circles. Occasionally they would pass under the arms
of the instructors who had formed a sort of “London Bridge is falling down”
pose. They were moving around, too. Very strange.
Kind of made me glad our boys went for things like baseball and
basketball and soccer. You know,
sports. Games that I can understand. Well, as I recall I never did really
understand much about soccer. But at
least it made sense. The boys were
running (always a plus), and there was an expressed purpose – make a goal. But following each other in circles and
walking under bridges? I don’t get it.
Psalms 25:4-5 says, “Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth
and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.”
Father, I think I’ll focus on learning your
ways. I don’t think I can master the
whole ballerina thing. Amen.
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