I left work for home a little later than usual today and rang up DM to let him know I was on my way. He informed me that Kylee was there and had to go to gymnastics for her last class tonight.
DM was tired. You could hear it in his voice. So I told him that I would take her to her class and he could go to bed.
SHE was very excited. Nana had never come to one of her classes before. She took my hand and led me across the parking lot, skipping and bouncing to the front door. We went to the cubbies and left her pants and shoes and jacket - and clad only in her leotard, she raced for the floor.
About 20 little girls and a couple of boys did jumping jacks, then just jumped up and down, stretched out, did splits and warmed up in general before heading over to the bars to practice mounting them. Then they came back to this side of the gym for flying somersaults. There seemed to be quite a bit of down time during this class and as I sat watching them, I realized something.
Those children rarely touched the ground. Most of that hour was spent in the air, jumping, skipping, hopping - they never stopped! The realization made my heart soar.
For I am a grounded thing. I plod or stroll or stride, but I rarely leave the ground anymore. Even the modified levitation of running is beyond my weak ankles and achy knees. At least for now.
I wish there was a way to convey to these bouncy little things that they should keep their flights for as long as they can. Don't let the slump of adolescence hold you firmly to the ground until you forget how to fly. It may seem cool at the time, but as you age and realize that you've lost it, you will regret allowing your feet to stay on the ground.
The defiance of gravity will keep you young... as long as you don't give up your ability to stay aloft.