Don't worry, I had only been in the gymnasium for about a minute, fiddling around with the film option on my new iPhone 3G, before the mother to my right asked, "So, which one's yours?"
Thankfully the V-meister, who I'd left inside the climbing structure of the lobby play area, was still blissfully unaware of my absence when I scrambled back to retrieve her.
(I will be accepting my mother of the year award later this week at a private ceremony in Switzerland.)
Once class got underway with all students accounted for, I just couldn't get enough of watching her, my lithe and fragile little girl. She is the youngest and littlest one in her class, but very nimble - just like her gymnast mother before her.
One thing she doesn't have, however, is my fierce turf protection instinct. Because while the little V-meister was twirling around and talking to herself in line for the vault, this saucy little Nadia Comaneci look-alike kept cutting in front of her.
Why wasn't the V-meister standing up for herself? She seemed to care not a whit that a communist was taking advantage of her, not to mention flagrantly disregarding universally accepted rules of order and decorum.
It took every ounce of my emotional intelligence to keep my mouth shut. The V-meister, I understood, needed to learn how to stand up for herself. So I sat on my hands and hummed Eidel Weiss to prevent myself from executing the roundoff/back handspring tumbling pass that would bring me face-to-face with her aggressor.
But Nadia Comaneci was ruthless, and continued to cut in front of the V-meister with wild abandon.
That's when an invisible motherforce completely beyond my control caused me to stand up and yell, "HEY, V-MEISTER! DON'T LET THAT KID IN THE RED LEOTARD CUT IN FRONT OF YOU ANYMORE!" Then I tried to make eye contact with Nadia Comaneci by re-enacting Robert De Niro's "I'm watching you" maneuver from Meet the Parents.
It worked.
I am not proud.
If they ever let me into either one of my childrens' sports related functions again, I will be wearing a straitjacket and a muzzle.
6 comments:
Silas' final gymnastics class was last night as well. I still haven't figured out why they make them wear socks on the balance beam. Doesn't it seem like they're just ASKING for them to slip?
Your little one is too adorable. I'm totally jealous of the little leotard/tights get up. Silas will entertain my fancies for a bit, but he drew the line there.
HILARIOUS.
What sweet pictures!!!
When Charlie was Wes's age a big kid (who was probably 2.5) kept cutting Charlie in line for the slide at the mall playground. That is, until Charlie grabbed a fistful of the kid's sweater and ripped him off the stairs. It was pretty great.
Oh no you di-int! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! That is hilarious!
Stuff like that really bugs me too. ;)
Such adorable pictures! What a cutie!
What a gorgeous photo!
Good job on putting those communist babies back in their place!
And what's with the socks? Or do they have grips?
I'd do the same thing, I swear. It makes me mad when I see kids doing things they know they shouldn't do, yet no one says anything to them - not even their parents. Then they grow up as inconsiderate adults. Where was little Nadia's mommy? Did she hear you?
:) I can see this.
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