My daughter, S, is now 11 years old. She is something…really hard to explain.
Outside she is a simple girl: loves gymnastics and baking. She used to love reading a lot, but now sort of replaced by playing with her iPhone games and watching YouTube videos.
But she does not fit a mold. First, she’s really tiny -about 5th percentile her age. Yet she skipped a grade, so her peers are even taller and bigger. It’s hopeless to imagine that she will be taller that someone in her class.
That is beneficial for gymnastics, however. And she is blessed with super flexible hip joints. And she DOES have a strong will, which I think is the most important quality for success in gymnastics. As a result, she hardly misses any practice and thus improving consistently. Not a gymnast genius, but I believe she is a decent one.
And her passion for baking is getting bigger every year. So does my belly and blood sugar by eating her creations. Now she can use oven and stove without adult supervision, her cooking and baking is limited only by her gymnastics schedule, 15 hours a week, a lot, but a bit less than most gymnasts at her level.
She is smart, passionate, and STUBBORN. She hates wearing cute clothes or any “suggestive” ones. I have no worry for her breaking dress code. Yet this makes me worry that she stands out even further from her peers. I would like her to have friends and enjoy true friendship.
Well, I will write more and more about her, because she occupies a big portion of my life. After all, I’m a mama. So I stop here for now.