Somersault

It's funny how when you get old (yes, I said, "old") you forget about things like somersaults.

The other day Robert got into somersault position, and I thought...what is he doing? Is it downward dog position? Surely they are not teaching him yoga at school. And as he looked at me through his legs, it dawned on me. Oh...he's waiting for me to turn him over.

Who could forget the delight of a somersault. An adult, that's who. Well that's one of the many privileges of being Robert's mom. I get to play chase about a hundred times a day. I get to slide down the slide at the park. I get to marvel at every truck, train, or fire engine that passes. And I get to remember how fantastic a somersault can be.

I'm a lucky girl!