Today, at the brunch at our neighbor’s home, Michaela fell off the deck. The deck is at least 2 to 3 feet off the ground. I think she didn’t see that the folding chair was right on the edge, so when she leaned on it, she flipped and fell to the ground, landing in a flower bed. It was sudden, dramatic, acrobatic. Quickly, I handed Elisabeth to another mom, and some others helped pull my daughter back up onto the deck. But she was fine. Not even a peep. I brushed the dirt off of her and she was none the worse for the wear.
The other moms marveled at her: “You should take gymnastics”.
“She does,” I replied.
It looked almost like a movie stunt. Michaela made it look easy.
On the way back home, Abigail, eager to prove to me that she didn’t need to go to the doctor appointment that afternoon (she had woken with a swollen node in her neck, and it had kept her from running in the morning) ran with all her might on the sidewalk home. I had never seen her run in such a way. She was leaping, her legs flying through the air, her body floating down hill home. It looked like something between ballet and karate. I was impressed. She could almost give Carrie- Anne Moss a run for her money running like that. A child Trinity.
I got to thinking, maybe if they ever do another Matrix movie, with kids (Second Generation or something), Abigail and Michaela can get some stunt scenes, jumping and leaping. They were acting like superheroes. They are superhuman. Really they are.
