Hand, hand, foot, foot
Remember cartwheels? The exhilaration of running, hurling yourself forward like a Ferris wheel, throwing your legs up in the air, watching the whole world spin upside-down, and landing squarely on your feet? I gave my kids a cartwheel tutorial in the backyard the other day. It’s been a year and a half since I’ve done a cartwheel. (When I am pregnant I have this uncontrollable urge to do a cartwheel, but that urge leaves the minute I give birth.)
Of course I had to demonstrate how to do it for my kids. I thought my head was going to fall off. It turns out I am no longer 17.
But the kids had a blast. Jackson kept saying, “This is so fun, I just can’t stop.”
We cartwheeled for a solid hour.
I love being a mom.