Katie is a gymnast. She lives and
breathes gymnastics. She dreams gymnastics. She is gymnastics.
If you ask Katie what she wants to be
when she is older, she says “a gymnast.” She can't picture her
life without gymnastics.
Last year, Katie broke her leg as a result from falling from the bars at gymnastics practice. She suffered a tibial spine
fracture, which meant the top of her tibia broke off and flipped up
her ACL. She needed to have knee surgery and was in a full cast, and
then a hinged brace for weeks. The child who never sits still
needed to sit in a wheelchair all day. We needed to carry her down
the stairs, holding on to the banister she used to slide down. The
tree she climbed was empty, waiting for her to be well to swing from
the branches. Katie couldn't go to school. A tutor came for an hour
each day to catch Katie up on her missed work. Worst of all Katie
couldn't go to the gym. No chalky hands, no rips. All her callouses
were smooth. It was as if gymnastics was only a dream, and if
gymnastics was a dream, falling was her nightmare.
After months of healing and physical
therapy, my very impatient gymnast was allowed to return to training.
While we loved the gym we were at, we found a gym closer to home
which is now Katie's new home away from home. 4 days of training is
not enough for her. Katie would be there every day if she could.
She has asked to be home schooled so she can train all day, every
day. I wonder if other people can see it. Can they see the dreams
dancing through her eyes?
Katie is fighting a battle with a
monster. This monster comes when she is least expecting it and fills
her head with memories of falling from the bars. She has almost
overcome it, but we are still not there yet. Katie is almost back
to where she was before the accident. I tell her that she cannot
compare herself to other Level 5s. She has only been training since
October and she is coming back from a major injury. It took months
for her to be able to straighten her knee. She will be at the top of
her game before she knows it and she will be better than before.
Katie has the drive to get her to where she wants to be.
Today, I watched her at a competition.
Katie's confidence was back. She was going strong; first on floor,
then vault. The third event was bars. I knew if she fell, there was
a chance she could fall back in a slump. I watched through partially
closed eyes. Through the slits of my eyelids, I saw it happen. She
didn't get her squat on. Not only did she miss it once, but twice.
Finally, with sheer determination and support from her coach, she got
it and she finished her routine flawlessly.
Her scores do not matter to me and they
shouldn't matter to her, but there it was. Bars: 7.65. I wanted to
tell those judges that they don't know what she went through. They
don't know how hard she had to work to get to where she is now. But
the judges don't know her, nor do they care. Well, I'd like to think
they'd care, and if there were a special point they could add on for
courage, I would like to think they would award it to Katie.
I saw the tears, the disappointment,
the discouragement. Her coaches are wonderful. They don't let Katie
get down on herself. She was reminded that there was one more event
and that everyone falls sometimes. Her friends came to her side. I
tried to catch her eye and give her a thumbs up, but she looked
straight past me.
Like the rockstar she is, she took to
the beam and gave it all she had. While she might not have placed
All Around, she rocked that competition today in true Katie fashion.
My daughter is fierce. She is a
fighter. She is a gymnast.
While Katie and I were at the competition today, Pierre and the kids had a fun day at the park.
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