Since starting gymnastics Kaylie has started to become some what fearless. I have had to do things that a mom of a five year old usually did when their child was three such as keeping them from jumping of the couch, climbing on/standing on tables, and hanging off the kitchen island. For some reason she has struggled to understand exactly why I freaked out when she grabbed onto the edge of the island in the kitchen and pulled both of her legs up so her head would be the first thing to hit the tile floor if she fell. As a compromise I told her to put the couch cushions down. She was hurt I would even think she needed cushions "in case" she fell. Hmph!!!
I am not ready for a dare devil. I think I took for granted the fact I had a timid child that would only try things after seeing it twenty plus times. It's kind of like when you are waiting for them to say their first word. Once they start you are excited and then an hour later you are wishing they were back to the timid child they once were and can never get a word in or a moment of peace :).
This was taken at Lucas' birthday. She was fearless. The pit was a lot further down then it looks. I actually jumped in (when no one was around) and couldn't get out. You actually got swallowed in the foam which is great until you are old and can't move.
She is dying to cheer which I loved as a kid and never thought twice about the danger of the sport. The only difference was I was not a tiny child that could fly in the air with ease. That being said, I know I can not stop her from growing up and trying new things even when it hurts me to watch. Instead, I will watch with pride and close my eyes until it is done and she is safely back on the ground. I am sure that is what my mom and dad did in an attempt to let me be the best at what ever we wanted to be.
