Last Saturday, when I took my kids to the park, I watched my children.  I set them loose, and just observed them.  I do that from time to time, to get a feel for who they are.  It’s surprising what you learn.

So, Finge and the ‘Bug, set loose upon the unsuspecting world.  they wanted to go inside of the rec center and play air hockey.  Finge was the instigator.  “Let’s race,” he whispered innocuously.  As a child, I used to race (and lose) against the neighborhood girls who ran track, and I feel like all is fair.  He’s longer, so that just means she has to work harder.  She used to be a really bad sport about losing, and I almost stopped them.  I fell back.

let me preface this by saying that both of my children have very athletic builds.  Even as infants, they each had extremely well defined calf muscles.  Finge was only a few days old, and he braced against me and stool tall in my lap.  I was so glad that he wasn’t big on tantrums, because the two that he threw during his toddler years were quite exhausting.  I remember needing a B-12 shot AND a nap.  Ladybug wasn’t much better.  None of that, however, prepared me for what I saw.

His stride is much longer than hers.  However, I have NEVER seen legs move so fast.  If I wasn’t aware of its physical impossibility, I would have sworn that her feet never touched the ground.  They just skimmed the tippy tops of the blades of grass.  I blinked, but I could have sworn that she beat him.  But that’s his sister.  He was going easy on her, right?

Later, two other kids joined them playing.  A boy that was around 12, and a girl who had to be around ten.  They decided to race.  “Bug took the girl on first.  No comparison.  She beat her handily.  The boy?  smoked him like a link at HIlshire Farm.  They raced again, and again and again.  Each time, she beat them like they owed her money.

Now, she’s expressed interest in soccer, and i will sign her up.  However, I’m thinking that if she goes that route, she’ll be missing her calling.