She's got it. She has no choice but to have it. My daughter will be the next gymnastics superstar. We started a parent/tot gymnastics class two weeks ago. I thought it would be a good opportunity for some one on one time with our girl. Instead, I found myself sizing up the two year old competition; encouraging Ella to reach a bit further, jump a bit higher and to "FOCUS, girl, FOCUS" on what Coach Heather had to say. I let slip to the assistant coach that I worked out with the likes of Betty Okino of the 1992 Olympic team and that I had spent some time at Bela Karolyi's gym. They needed to know that my daughter had gymnastics in her genes and was therefore the ONE to watch. And Ella didn't disappoint.
But at this point, an intervention had been staged. Jerry grew concerned that if I continued down this path Ella would swear off gymnastics, if not all sports completely...and then what will we do? How would we relate? I was relegated to the sidelines. Luckily I had an impressionable two month old in my arms. The recipient of whispered sweet nothings about aerials, Tsukaharas and Yurchenkos. Because why stop with one gymnastics super star? Never too early to lay a foundation, right Jer?
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