Katie has been wanting so badly to do a cartwheel. Her gymnastics instructor has been trying every week to show her how. So, I thought, I’ll just teach her. I mean, I must have done 5,329 of them when I was a child.
So, we did them the other morning until we were laughing so hard we were falling over. (I may or may not have pulled a muscle in my hip when I was doing them, however!)
She didn’t perfect her cartwheels, but she showered me with smiles, hugs, and kisses because I did them with her. Those minutes spent giggling and falling over made her happier than I could have ever anticipated.
Moments like that are the ones that I hope she always remembers. When she’s a grown woman, with children of her own, I hope she flashes back to doing cartwheels with me. I hope she remembers just how joyous she has made me.
When was the last time you did a cartwheel? Should you be inspired to do one, I have a word of advice. Stretch!
in these small moments 