Yesterday, we were dreaming big. My daughter that turned 2 years old in March had her first gymnastics class. It was offered through community education as a “mommy & me” class for kids ages 18-36 months.
I promise you Ava was the only child in the class that didn’t start walking until 20 months. She was the only child there that couldn’t jump. Watching all the other kids hopping and galloping and skipping around, it is hard not to feel like a terrible mom.
Her pediatrician tells me she is the “most spoiled child ever”. At her well-child visits throughout her years, we have discussed her being late to sit up, late to crawl, late to walk, late to speak, and on and on. His explanation each time was “too much love”. He says that he can see it in the way that I hold her and treat her. She has always been perfectly content to sit on my lap and watch the world go by.
She is my snuggler. My thumb-sucker. She brings more joy and laughter to our family than you can imagine.
I do know, however, that she needs to grow. A few months ago, she finally started to want to walk on her own across a parking lot. In the last 2 weeks, she does a little bit of running. Spoken words are still very hard to come by, but she understands what is being said perfectly well.
In her shoes, he wears a basic orthotic insert that helps her stand more squarely. You can kinda see in the photo below that her right foot pronates quite a bit. She had x-rays done about 5 months ago, but the recommendation was just to wait. My husband and I are still undecided whether to pursue more ‘treatment’ or not.
My dream for her is not to compete in the Olympics as the next great gymnast, but to be able to chase and keep up on a playground. So, we will keep going to gymnastics on Wednesday nights. We will continue to search for the rooster around our farm and do any any other exciting physical activity that I can think of. Lastly, yes, I will continue to spoil her and love her ‘too much’, because I believe that is part of who I am as a mom, and I don’t feel guilty about that.