With Addy doing competition gymnastics, I have always stressed the importance of doing your best and having fun. It’s not always about winning.
(We have a problem with competitiveness with our little red head.)
Since my half marathons always give medals at the finish line, it was a legitimate question for her to ask if I was going to receive a medal after completing my Tri.
I told her I didn’t know if I would. She informed me that if I didn’t get a medal, she would give me one of hers, because “she didn’t need them all.”
On Saturday morning, we were headed to the race, and she told me this little gem:
“Mommy. I don’t care if you lose. All that is important is that you have fun.”
Right. I guess she WAS listening to all of my pep talks about it.
After I crossed the finish line, she walked with me back to the transition area to get all my stuff and started a conversation that went like this:
“Mommy. Why didn’t you get a medal?”
Me: “Well, they didn’t give finisher medals.”
“Well, THOSE people got them!”
Me: “Yes, they placed in their age group so they got a medal.”
“What does that mean?”
Me: “Well, it means they did their very best so they got a medal. Like what you do in gymnastics. If you didn’t do your best, then you wouldn’t get a medal.” (Very satisfied with my answer.)
“Mommy? Did you not do YOUR very best?” (touche, kid)
Me: “Well…. yes. But their best was better than my best.”
“But WHY didn’t you get a medal?! If you did your best, you should get a medal!”
I may butt heads with this kid all day long, but man, I love her sassiness!
Gymnastics.. what can I say about it?
It’s been two practices a week totally 4.5 hours every week.
It’s been entertaining myself as well as a 3 year old during those practice times.
It’s been early morning Saturday meets, in sometimes, far away places.
It’s been hundreds upon hundreds of dollars spent.
It’s been trying not to turn into a Toddler and Tiara mom when your child half ass does a competition that you have driven 2 hours one way to compete.
You know what else it’s been? It’s been a complete joy to watch my child do something that she loves and has a real natural talent for.
I know, she’s 5. But Addison’s athleticism has been present since she could walk.
We have watched her competition scores and attitude steadily decline over this Spring. It’s been hard to watch.
We had numerous talks about making sure that we do our best.
But. We resorted to bribery to get the kid to take her competition seriously. We told her if she got one blue ribbon, she could get her ears pierced. (She’s been asking me to do it for a while.)
We talked about staying focused on our event, and remembering what we were supposed to be doing. Having straight legs and pointed toes. Showing those judges our “muscles”.
What Philly does at gymnastics meets…
Her bar routine has come a long way…
Maybe now is where I tell you it paid off. I have never seen her so focused. I am SO SO SO SO proud of her. She ROCKED her floor routine– it’s her best one. 8.80 got her a blue ribbon!!
Talking to Nana.. “You’re taking me to Five Guys, right? And then Yogurt Mountain?”
Now that competition season is over, they have already started working on more tricks.. She came home tonight and can do a handstand roll.. Yep. Craziness.
If they had a rotation for spunk and personality… she’d get a perfect 10 every time.
Maggie Elizabeth Jones.
The little girl in that new Matt Damon movie, “We bought a Zoo”. I totally see it.
But, I’m going to be honest… I can’t be a fan of someone who looks so much like my daughter and is famous. I should get copyright infringement on my DNA or something. I mean, someone obviously took mine and J’s DNA when we were sleeping and made an Addison clone. It’s irrelevant that she is two years older. She is probably lying about her age anyway. You know that’s how they roll in Hollywood.
She is hilarious. I wanted to share some of the funnies she has said in the past couple of months…
She was telling me about eating a corndog.. “I ate a corn dog. It was so good. But… I was biting it and THEN. My hot dog fell out of my corndog sack!”
She kills me singing. All. The. Time. Here are some of her gems.
“Ba Ba black sheep have you any wolf?
Yes sir. yes sir. 3 bags full.
One for my master,
one for the maid,
one for the little boy who lives in the maze…”
and of course who could forget the classic:
“Row row row your boat gentle down the stream,
merry merry merry life’s above a dream.”
I found a video of Addy the other day when she was Claire’s age. You could only understand about every 4th word she said, but I started crying. I don’t have a ton of my girls on video. Pictures? Of course. Oodles. But video of their sweet voices? Nope. I vowed to change that.
Starting with Addison’s very first joke that she learned from Nana.
Untitled from Rachel McPhillips on Vimeo.
Here is another one of Claire talking about eating hotdogs and going to the Zoo.