thefellowsmom
Proud Parent
- Dec 13, 2010
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We started out at The Little Gym when my daughter was just about a year old. She wasn't even remotely interested in walking at that point and her doctor suggested that I get her involved in some sort of large motor skill activity, so off to the little gym we went. We were there until she was three and over that time, I learned a lot about my daughter. She wasn't not walking because she couldn't but because she wanted to make sure she had it all figured out in her head before she tried it. She is like that with a lot of things and I am very grateful to gymnastics for giving her the confidence to try something and fail at it. That failing is great and the road to success.
Well, The Fellows loves structure and she wants to know how to do things the right way and she started getting bored with the "games" at the little gym and wanted to do "real gymnastics". So I took her to the local gym. She was put in a developmental class, moved to pre-team right before she turned 5 and recently was moved to level 4, although she won't compete until next year.
From the moment we walked into the "real gym" she was hooked. I swear she would live there if I let her. She thrives on the structure, hard work and repetition and loves the preciseness of gymnastics. She may not be the first one to throw a new skill, but it looks great when she does get it.
Everyone talking about dance classes makes me laugh. I put her in a couple of dance classes when she was three and four and she hated it. She thought it was so boring and spent most of the time making faces at herself in the mirror I also tried all kinds of different sport classes and camps during the summer to introduce her to other things. Many of my friends were concerned with how focused she was on one thing at such a young age. But, I would ask her how it went and if she like it or had a good time and she would be all "Sure, it was fun -- Can I go back to the gym now?"
I just asked if she wanted to take a dance class once a week this summer. I thought it would be something to do on off days and even sold it to her as improving her gymnastics, but she didn't bite, just told me she had already tried that and didn't like it. Then informed me we could go to open gym instead. Sigh... She is learning to play the piano and is loving that
I did a couple of rec gymnastics classes when I was a kid, but horses were my thing. I rode competitively and seriously starting at a pretty young age. I remember being 3 or 4 and my dad putting me in front of him on horse and deciding then and there that there was nowhere in the world I would rather be. By the time I was 8 I had my sights firmly set on the Olympics. When I was about 11 or 12, I had outgrown the training available in the place we lived and my family would have needed to move to pursue my dream further. They decided they weren't going to do that and that was that. I think this experience gives me perspective and appreciation for her passion and it helps me to listen to how she needs me to support her.
Well, The Fellows loves structure and she wants to know how to do things the right way and she started getting bored with the "games" at the little gym and wanted to do "real gymnastics". So I took her to the local gym. She was put in a developmental class, moved to pre-team right before she turned 5 and recently was moved to level 4, although she won't compete until next year.
From the moment we walked into the "real gym" she was hooked. I swear she would live there if I let her. She thrives on the structure, hard work and repetition and loves the preciseness of gymnastics. She may not be the first one to throw a new skill, but it looks great when she does get it.
Everyone talking about dance classes makes me laugh. I put her in a couple of dance classes when she was three and four and she hated it. She thought it was so boring and spent most of the time making faces at herself in the mirror I also tried all kinds of different sport classes and camps during the summer to introduce her to other things. Many of my friends were concerned with how focused she was on one thing at such a young age. But, I would ask her how it went and if she like it or had a good time and she would be all "Sure, it was fun -- Can I go back to the gym now?"
I just asked if she wanted to take a dance class once a week this summer. I thought it would be something to do on off days and even sold it to her as improving her gymnastics, but she didn't bite, just told me she had already tried that and didn't like it. Then informed me we could go to open gym instead. Sigh... She is learning to play the piano and is loving that
I did a couple of rec gymnastics classes when I was a kid, but horses were my thing. I rode competitively and seriously starting at a pretty young age. I remember being 3 or 4 and my dad putting me in front of him on horse and deciding then and there that there was nowhere in the world I would rather be. By the time I was 8 I had my sights firmly set on the Olympics. When I was about 11 or 12, I had outgrown the training available in the place we lived and my family would have needed to move to pursue my dream further. They decided they weren't going to do that and that was that. I think this experience gives me perspective and appreciation for her passion and it helps me to listen to how she needs me to support her.