My eight year old daughter loves to do cartwheels.
I remember loving to do them as well when I was young. We spent countless hours outside riding bikes, making mud pies, doing cartwheels.
My little girl has finally mastered the cartwheel. After years of trying, and falling on her bottom, she can do it with ease…not always gracefully, but with confidence.
On Mother’s Day, I decided to show off to my little girl…and attempt a cartwheel…I have not stood in position to do this in probably thirty years…I was excited…adrenaline pumping!
I did it!
And then did it again!
With my new found healthy outlook, I thought it was something I could do again…or not.
I pulled something in the back of my leg and I am still feeling it today.
I posted something on Facebook about my silly attempt and found words of encouragement…”If a 40 something mom can still do a cartwheel- flip away!!”… if a woman my age can still do a cartwheel, then that is an accomplishment!
Me being a pessimist, didn’t see it that way…
But things change. I was very wrong. If I can do a cartwheel with my own two legs…If I can be outside in the sunshine and running around with my kids on a beautiful Mother’s Day…If I can break bread with my loved ones and not worry about what I am eating…If I can take the time to sit down and write about trivial things…then I am blessed.
I am lucky to be a Mother…I am fortunate to have found good health again… I am blessed to be able to do a cartwheel.
Many little things and a few BIG things brought me to this moment of clarity…
I take too much for granted.
Even if for just a moment, I can stop and appreciate these little gifts, then it was worth the pulled muscle or indigestion or being frazzled at juggling all the day’s events…
I actually DID a cartwheel again.
Thank you, Marley.