Growing up, I always thought it would be fun if I could be a figure skater. Watching the skaters elegantly glide and swirl on the ice made my eyes twinkle. I would hope I could skate like that one day. I was a slightly chubby girl who was about as flexible as a pencil with big dreams. I lost some of my baby fat but I am still about as flexible as a pencil (as far I know I am the only girl in the world who has never been able to do a cartwheel).
Is it wrong of me to hope G will have the same twinkle in her eye? Maybe if I sign her up for lessons when she's young....I never took professional lessons (but don't feel bad for me, I had much rather sit in a laundry basket watching Rainbow Brite)
It would be nice to be in the stands and watch spectators Oooh and Ahhh at G gracefully moving on the ice. I would proudly say 'that's my daughter!' Maybe she could even go on to the Olympics!
I'll take things one at a time- she has to learn to walk before she learns to skate.
A mom can dream, can't she?
Yes she can! :)
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