our pet frog **with update regarding the poison aspect of greg.

this is luke’s frog, a valentine’s day present from his buddy, “x”.
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he named him greg. he doesn’t know anyone named greg so i’m not sure what that’s all about.

greg said to tell everybody hi.

**greg wishes for you to learn more about him, so here’s the link to ’splain his poisonous ways.

that peaceful, easy feeling brought to you by gymnastics

my son is enrolled in gymnastics and he loves it.

being the overly-sensitive-fearful of making a mistake-person that i am, when he first asked about taking it again i did not jump to it. i’d wait to see if he asked again, and we’d talk about it making sure to discuss the commitment part of it.

i’ve never been one to jump into things that require a commitment, in part b/c i’ve struggled with commitment in the past. part of this, due to my mood changing based on what music i’ve heard that day.

i know this about myself so the “not jumping in too quick” is a safety measure i put into place.

the boy had attended the little gym a few years back which is ideal for younger kids but now that he’s older he wanted a higher level of the gymnastics thing.

part of the reason for my hesitation with my son, is that i seriously wanted to become a gymnast when i was younger and i didn’t want to project my dreams onto him.

i remember being 6 ot 7 years old and building “gymnast-type” equipment out of spare parts in our back yard in florida, where i was born. i’d put two saw horses together, a board on top and walk across “the balance beam” imagining that i looked quite like nadia. i was born with the body of a gymnast.

i owe my love for gymnastics in part to my mom. she is an avid olympics lover and we would watch almost non-stop during the summer and winter olympics. i think if she would have had the money maybe she would have tried to help me execute my dream, but alas she did not have the spare cash.

nadia was absolutely mesmerizing to watch in any routine or event she performed in. when i was looking for a video of her on you tube for a post i wrote to my nephew, i got stuck there for a while.

the best description i have is that it reminds me of heaven. watching gymnastics has always comforted me, especially nadia’s performance. she was amazing and i’m not sure i’ve admired a gymnast quite as much since.

i’d actually forgotten how much joy it brings me.

this is part of the reason i didn’t jump right into gymnastics for my son. i was fearful that it would be something that i projected onto him even though i rarely (if ever) speak of my love for gymnastics to anyone. i’m guessing i pushed it pretty far down, so i could focus on my career choice in waitressing.

the boy absolutely loves his gymnastics class. my first indication was on his first visit, he totally forgot i was in the world. he’s always been a great judge of character and very intuitive. if he isn’t comfortable, he stays close. in his pre-k class i signed him up for an art class and the first day his teacher walked him to the class, he told her that he didn’t think he belonged there and suggested that she call me. he was only five. i’m certain he’s an old soul, and i am always grateful that he picked me to be his mom.

i’ve really enjoyed his involvement in gymnastics, and i love going with him to the gym. watching the routines brings me peace, and peace is something i can never have enough of.