Resisting Gravity

I never told Angelle that she couldn't climb like a monkey. I never emphasized the "what if you fall" idea. I never forbade her to climb to the very top of the playground in the park and sit on top of the roof of the thing. I've always let her climb trees. I've always sat there nervously, with a smile on my face and encouraging words on my lips as she achieved these feats. Why interject fear?

She wants to try gymnastics. So, we had a free trial class on Thursday. She was in a level 1 class with 5 other girls who had all been doing this for awhile. The floor work was okay, but she obviously didn't have the flexibility these other girls had. I imagine that will come with time. However, when they put that girl on the balance beam, it was like she'd been there her whole life. She had quite a knack for it, and wasn't scared at all. And yes, she did lose her balance and fall a couple times, but she didn't stay down for long. It was like she was made of rubber, bouncing, nearly flying, right back up.

And that kind of sums up Angelle. Head in the clouds, nearly flying, feet barely touching the ground. Defying gravity every chance she gets. Fearless. Fearless. Free. Spirited. Free-spirited.

I wonder if she flies in her dreams?