Never Stop

Mila has been attending a parkour camp this week. It was all related to a moment of weakness, and possibly stupidity, but mostly it was because I thought she would love it.

She loves it.

It's a chance to spend hours climbing things and jumping off of things and jumping over things and ... yeah. The kid was made for parkour. There really wasn't any doubt.

BUT.

I knew there would be some less than desirable side effects from this little adventure and HAHAHALOLOLZ I HATE WHEN I'M RIGHT.

The running and jumping and climbing has escalated. The kid has always spent most of her time on top of tables and counters, but now she's making sure she does these big, drama-filled dismounts. I think I preferred the chaotic falling she was doing to get down before? Maybe?

The bigger concern is that Mila has always thought she was invicible. It's a thing that is going to serve her well as an adult, but she looks at hard things and just assumes she can do them. There's no moment of hesitation, no fear, and really no concern if she doesn't do it well. She is perfectly comfortable living in imperfection. (... As if I needed another example of the ways Mila and Alexis are different ...) The whole thing adds up to a kid who sees the biggest wall at parkour camp and is like, "I can jump off of that."

She probably can. They haven't let her, but that's because they are sane humans who see a tiny 7-year old who doesn't care if she follows directions perfectly. The thing where they won't let her? It has the little beast SO pissed off. It's all she has talked about for two days now. "I should be able to jump off the big wall," and "It's not fair that they won't let me do what I'm good at."

I mean. This kid.

$10 says she makes a run for it on the last day of camp. I simply don't think she knows how to let the world hold her back.