October 22, 2010
I'm a fairly easy going mother. I mean, I'm strict about a few things, but I don't expect to live vicariously through my children.
Except for one thing: the cartwheel. I require that all of my children can do a perfect cartwheel by the age of 8.
Why? Because I never could, dammit. I practiced all summer when I was 8 and I totally sucked. I never got over it.
I reckon some people just aren't at their best when flying through the air.
Recently we found a new hard core gymnastics class that meets 2 hours twice a week. And after only 4 classes K can execute a flawless cartwheel.
She has now satisfied all of my vicarious ambitions for her.
Of course, I would also like see to see her happy, productive, self-confident and married to a good man with three kids and a satisfying career but I don't insist on it. I'm just the mom here, not the puppet master.
Mind you, I'm not done yet messing with my children's lives. L already do a fine handstand but we still have to nail that cartwheel. And little Gerhard won't be able to do a cartwheel for quite a while.