A week after I had inquired about the pre-team, my daughter recreational coach approached me, and asked me if I would be interested in having my daughter evaluated by the team coach. I couldn't believe my ears, as it was exactly what I've been dreaming of the whole week. I gladly accepted, and towards the end of class, the teenager-like looking girl grabbed my baby, took her to the back of the gym, picked her up, and had her grab the tall bar above. My little gymnast pointed her toes (those ballet-developed habit), and... that was it. The team coach came up to me, introduced herself and said, " I'd loooove to have her on my pre-team". That was it. We got it!
I adored the team coach, mostly because her girls looked so good on the beam, that itt made me want to cry.I imagined my baby on it, tall and graceful, a few years later.
The said news was that the team coach left the city and headed down the state after she got offered a coaching position in a different gym, and we haven't seen her again nor got an opportunity to be coached by her. Instead, our pre-team coach, who looked even more like a teenager, appeared to be seemingly inexperienced, although very sweet. It wasn't too bad, but my daughter's progress wasn't much evident. And then we found a house about 20 miles away, outside of the city, and moved.
...To Be Continued...
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