Sometimes you have to test yourself to make sure you still got it. Whether that means, throwing a football as far as you can, skipping a rock on the water’s surface, doing a cartwheel, dressing up cute and making sure someone will still flirt with you even though you are in a long term relationship. It is important to feel like you still got that spunk, that talent, that swagger, that appeal.
I encountered one of these moments to prove “I still got it” when I took The Munch to her first baby gymnastics class. Now don’t go thinking that my Eastern European roots are taking over and I am getting her prepared for the Olympics, because this was a pretty low key setting. Some balance beams here, a bin of balls there, a newborn practicing her handstand in the corner. No big deal once I made The Munch puke before they weighed her to guarantee she made the cut.
So as the toddlers were doing such advanced things as sliding down a slide made of blue mats, I turned my attention to the trampoline. Now, I don’t mean to brag, but I used to be amazing at doing flips on the trampoline. Like the best in the universe… ever… better than anyone ever to exist… but like I said, I am not trying to brag, just telling you how outstanding I was.
I asked my friend Forrest if she thought I could jump on the trampoline because she had been to the program before. Forrest, who of course figured I would just non-showey-offey jump like a normal person, didn’t see why that would be a problem. Little did Forrest know just how ready I was to show off. Oh yeah…
Of course I start off with the front flip, then move on to the back flip to build up to my 1 1/2 with a twist when the women running baby gymnastics noticed what I was doing.
“Um, you can’t do that here, you are going to have to stop.”
Yes the room was painfully quite and everyone looked at me like I was nuts. Yes, I had just gotten yelled at by a grown woman wearing braids and candy cane socks. But yes, I still got it.