Feeling chastened. You are absolutely right. She does get very frustrated with herself..... I'm just going to make sure the new gym knows what is going on......
Very well done. So now I'll tell you how, aside from raising two kids with adhd, I came by these sentiments.....
If you haven't figured it out yet, I'll tell you straight up that I had adhd, from my early years at a time when adhd was merely a collection of random letters that meant nothing. Back then a trip to the doctor would result in an explanation that some kids are active. Active??? Geez, do ya think!!!
My mom used to tell me how I'd run circles between the living room and dining room while she'd read a story, and that she knew I was listening the whole time because I could recount each story after the first time through. She also told me that she was worried I wouldn't make it to my 8th birthday because I was so impulsive and would do the worst things at the worst times.
Count yourself lucky your child hasn't rolled under an older sibling as they walked by on stilts, or walked into a spinning merry go round while distracted by something across the play ground... Yeah, that'll leave a mark. The capper to that era was the day I scurried home from the neighbors with blood seeping between my fingers as I held my hand to my eye...... yup, knife blade an inch deep right below the eye. You'd be surprised how tough your eyeball is..... But hey, every single thing that sent me to the ER made sense until it hit the fan.
You're lucky if all you have to worry about is a chatter box of a daughter who needs to be told it's her turn and what's to be done next. Oh rats! I forgot to address your concerns about her form..... Well part of her problem is she's seven years old, and the coach in me is not surprised she, like any child, is interested in getting flippy and twisty far more than keeping her toes pointed.
If it makes you feel any better.......
I spent my first 3 years as a gymnast on my high school team. Nope, not a club because I think they were quite rare in terms of boy's/men's gymnastics. By the end of the third year I had every skill in the book but one (on rings), except the dismounts or some really bizarre strength moves. Form....? Well hand me the form and tell me what to fill out and where to sign my name, was the closest I came to having form.
Honestly, there have been slap stick clown routines performed with better form. But hey, it wasn't all that bad because I finally bought into the notion that form was important, and within months of that epiphany I was off to NCAA nationals and lived happily ever after.
One of the things I can tell you is that gymnastics gave me something to hang on to, and built up my confidence and self esteem enough to leave the sport to become a "family man" after 8+ great years of 24/365 style coaching, and even with little "job history" I never doubted I could make that change work.
Just think, all of that happened because of adhd rather than in spite of it.