It was late at night and I can’t sleep. I went downstairs to drink a glass of milk. I also checked on some television programs that might interest me. This curious mother saw a show wherein little gymnasts practice their acts. I watched for a few minutes until I heard my little one cried. He woke up from his sleep and realized his mother wasn’t beside him.
As I settled in bed, the little lasses practicing gymnastics played on my mind. It must be thrilling to have a daughter and enroll her in a gymnastics class. I once imagined myself as one when I was in grade school. I pictured myself balancing on those beams and swinging on those bars.