History repeating itself.

I started gymnastics at a very young age and ended gymnastics in my teens. I lived for it, practiced everyday for hours and competed at a National level. It was not all happy memories though. It was not only physically hard but mentally hard as well. A coach came into my gymnastics life around the age of 11 and was not the nicest man. Things changed from having fun to a very strict and lots of tears type of coaching. I told myself at the age of 15 when I quit the sport that if I had a little girl one day I would never let her do gymnastics. Well, fast forward 15+ years and here we are with Carly doing gymnastics in that very same gym that I spent countless hours practicing and trying to perfect a sport that is not so perfect. I started Carly as a fun thing we could do together in a mommy and me class. Within a few weeks Miss Carly was hanging, jumping, seat dropping, beam walking and showing ability above her little 2 year old body. Her coach who just so happens to be the team coach asked if she could move on up to the 3/4 year old class. A class in which I sit on the sidelines and watch. With a little hesitation I agreed and now I sit and watch my fearless 2 year old out in that big gym with the older kids, keeping right up and loving every minute of her gymnastics time. Call me crazy but I enjoy watching her out there and lets be honest, Carly in a leo is just about the cutest thing EVER. So, if it is history repeating itself and Carly continues to love and move forward with this very tough sport, I pray only great, fun and loving coaches come her way.