- Sep 9, 2011
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I know I am preaching to the choir here...but it really is the only "safe" place to do it, and where I know you all will get it.
The guilt, oh the guilt.
I know my girl has had it relatively mild in regards to injuries, but she did have elbow surgery in the past Spring, and it absolutely kills me when I see her scar.
It is still thick, and purple, and a reminder of her fragility. Despite being stronger and fitter, and fiercer than most other 13 year old girls, she is still just a somewhat fragile young girl.
And the concussion that she had, which was terrifying. She was so confused, and helpless, and scared when it happened, and for few days after. She recovered just as good as new, but it still nags at me that I somehow "let" her get a brain injury.
And the ongoing nagging back pain, seeing her quietly take Motrin, not wanting to alarm me, but me knowing that she is needing it. Seeing her pack ice on her back after a particularly hard practice...
The endless bruises on the inside of her ankles from snapping her legs together on cast to handstands, or the inside if her ankles from doing the same on floor when twisting.
The jammed fingers and toes, the ripped off fingernail that took my breath away when I saw it, that she didn't even mention.
It is all her normal. Her normal which she wouldn't change. Her normal that she loves.
And her older sister who had an ACL replacement this year as well...who kept competing and smiling through the pain until her ACL was actually gone...her coaches didn't even believe she was injured because she kept on keeping on until it wa so unstable that she couldn't do much of anything. (This was cheer btw)
It Is a reminder to me of how all of the injuries that I incurred while growing up- different sport, but still a grueling one. It is a reminder of how busted up I am, facing back surgery, have had 2 knee surgeries, and countless concussions that I know is the reason for how my brain operates today.
I know this is her thing, and that she is still so much in love with this sport, and would have to be forcibly made to quit. It just makes me worry sometimes that she is going to be body-old before her time like I am.
I know this is one of the prices of gymnastics, I get it, I do.
It is just one of the not so pleasant parts of gymnastics that I don't like so much.
The guilt, oh the guilt.
I know my girl has had it relatively mild in regards to injuries, but she did have elbow surgery in the past Spring, and it absolutely kills me when I see her scar.

And the concussion that she had, which was terrifying. She was so confused, and helpless, and scared when it happened, and for few days after. She recovered just as good as new, but it still nags at me that I somehow "let" her get a brain injury.
And the ongoing nagging back pain, seeing her quietly take Motrin, not wanting to alarm me, but me knowing that she is needing it. Seeing her pack ice on her back after a particularly hard practice...
The endless bruises on the inside of her ankles from snapping her legs together on cast to handstands, or the inside if her ankles from doing the same on floor when twisting.
The jammed fingers and toes, the ripped off fingernail that took my breath away when I saw it, that she didn't even mention.
It is all her normal. Her normal which she wouldn't change. Her normal that she loves.
And her older sister who had an ACL replacement this year as well...who kept competing and smiling through the pain until her ACL was actually gone...her coaches didn't even believe she was injured because she kept on keeping on until it wa so unstable that she couldn't do much of anything. (This was cheer btw)
It Is a reminder to me of how all of the injuries that I incurred while growing up- different sport, but still a grueling one. It is a reminder of how busted up I am, facing back surgery, have had 2 knee surgeries, and countless concussions that I know is the reason for how my brain operates today.
I know this is her thing, and that she is still so much in love with this sport, and would have to be forcibly made to quit. It just makes me worry sometimes that she is going to be body-old before her time like I am.
I know this is one of the prices of gymnastics, I get it, I do.
It is just one of the not so pleasant parts of gymnastics that I don't like so much.