My Daughter is not Me
When I was growing up, I was interested in reading and writing, soccer, music and very long walks and bike rides in the woods surrounding our neighborhood. I grew up in Civil War Battleground territory, so there were always old chimneys, covered bridges and such scattered in the woods very close to our home. When new developments went in, we would all go out with dad and his metal detector and look for buttons, as well as arrow heads, bullets, and other exciting finds.
All of this is to say that my daughter is already developing very different interests than I had as a young girl. She is in swimming lessons right now, but she is asking about both ballet and cheerleading. Cheerleading! Yikes. That is so far from what I was as a kid. I’m quite sure I never felt interested in cheerleading and I had very little respect for the cheerleaders at my school. But, if this is what Gigi really thinks she wants to do, I have always vowed I will support her in her interests, rather than pushing my interests onto her.
I have no idea where to even begin to look for information on peewee cheerleading in my area. I don’t know anyone who has kids involved, so that makes it harder. If I had my way, I would have her in highland dance classes and involved in music.
Koya was a cheerleader in high school for a year. When she told me I didn’t speak to her for the whole day. To balance that, she was also on track.
She used my old shot put as a matter of fact…
It was a college weight shot put, but her coach seemed to think it was okay to train with…anyway…it’s okay…i am pulling for little gigi to take up ballet. I took it for years.
BUT jazz is much more fun and less taxing on the joints.
You have to maintain a level of composure and focus with ballet also…that’s for when she’s around 6 or so…