esmé learned how to skip.
nothing earth-shattering, especially for her little age. surely she's years late on this one. but she's lean and lanky and elegant in other moves and i've long left behind those stressed-out milestone and developmental charts. i sort of feel that we all grow up at exactly the right speed.
plus i've never met a thirty-year old who couldn't skip. i have, however, met way too many adults who couldn't hold a conversation - or my interest - like mémé. it's wearing me out.
i thought it beyond lovely that she learned to skip at nordstrom while shopping with my mom. i skip when she's around, too. i may also skip at nordstrom.
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8 comments:
yah! for skipping! I skip on a regular basis, makes my day sunny and bright!!
xx
callie
'scuse my ignorance, with a rope? or without?...I'm 43 and I still can't do it with a rope :(.. well for any length of time. my trainer despairs. A-M xx
this might sound odd, but we had to skip in one of our movement classes when i was in college, training to be an actress. i was seventeen, the rest mostly eighteen, and there was one poor girl that for the life of her couldn't skip. no matter how hard she tried. it's good your little one has learned it. there's great joy in skipping i think.
I was more of a galloper, than a skipper, 1st grade, that was when skipping became important, but not down a hill, my crooked right pinky still reminds me, never down a hill...well unless it was a hill in nordstrom... with my mamma.
nordstrom's can make me s k i p too. And sometimes when I'm out walking, I skip, until a car drives by and then I feel I ought to stop. I never skip when I do the dishes, however.
xoxoxo
Your stories about Esme fill up my heart with every one!
Thanks for them all!
a couple of years ago i took an adult/teen beginners ballet class. during a portion of the class we had to do a series of steps and one involved skipping and leaps. there was one girl in the class who could not skip at all. she looked like a donkey running up a hill. it was horrifying. then she began to laugh at herself (which i adore), and so i joined her because, dude, it was FUNNY. then the teacher yelled at me for laughing. i never returned. because the only thing more horrifying than not knowing how to skip at 20 yrs old is being yelled at for laughing.
Thanks for the reminder that I need to bust out the skipping more often!
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