Feisty, spunky tween girls

Tween girls, these creatures who have one foot in childhood and the other in teenage-dom, they are something else. πŸ˜€

I have one here. She’s 12. She quirky and silly and feisty and can out-run and outlast every single person in this household, including her older brother.

She’s sporty. Athletic. Energetic. And quite flexible due to years of recreational gymnastics.

So last night after I was doused several times by pretend-semiautomatic water guns I wondered if I will need to do my evening stretches indoors. I’ve been taking advantage of the new lawn and the relatively bug-free evenings to stretch in the backyard, but said backyard was wet now because…wayward children. 😎

Side note: I was on the elevated porch in the back, sitting and partially hidden by flower boxes on the railing. The kids were around below, their dad watering something at the far end of the yard. Suddenly, my teenager came rushing upstairs to hide behind me. He had sprayed her earlier and now she was in a retaliating mood. So he’s on the porch with me. She in the meantime stayed put down below, aimed her weapon at his head, and pulled the trigger. The boy, being a boy and a teenager, ducked behind me. Naturally I got soaked (right in the face, too, ugh) at which point he raced inside and locked the door. She apologized to me but ran around the side of the house to gain access to the inside via the side door which resulted in both parents yelling at her not to bring the water gun into the house. Long story short, peace, or dry conditions, did not prevail for the next 20 minutes while they resolved their issue (or not, I don’t care) and then, suddenly, it was over.

So I figured exercising will have to wait.

Instead, I poured the rest of my Hollandia Lager, after I got a towel to dry my face. πŸ˜‰

Another side note: When her brother’s hockey team celebrated an end of year party a couple of years back, they chose to go to Laser Tag. Basically the guns look like rifles, I think, and they shoot lasers. Boys and guns shooting lasers in a dark environment is just the thing to get a bunch of hyperactive kids to play together and have fun…

Siblings were invited, so my daughter wanted to play too. She was younger by two years, and the only other girls on the team were two older teenage girls. I think the hockey boys were 13, my daughter 11, and the teen girls 15ish. Anyway, my girl is tiny for her age. She’s this little blond thing and has no qualms about giving people attitude if she so desires. She and another 11yo boy, whom she grew up with at the rink, were the smallest ones on the team. I think the hockey team in general didn’t pay much attention to the little kids, and just chased each other. It was a great bonding moment and a fun way to end a long hockey season.

But here’s the thing:Β  it was my daughter who ended up crowned winner of the game. πŸ˜› You should have seen the faces of the 13yo guys who looked like men…(some of those boys grew taller than their dads by 13. It’s really quite amazing.)

When I asked how she managed to avoid getting shot, she just smiled. I looked at her dad for an explanation and he said: “Oh, she just looked for a spot to hide behind, and picked them off one by one, each time they appeared in her line of vision.”

Ha. πŸ˜‰

See what I mean about tween girls? 😲


Anyway, back to my porch. My beer was done, the kids disappeared, and I wanted to stretch out.

It’s been hot and the grass dried quickly so after a while I laid down a bath towel on the new sod and went inside looking for the girl.

“You want to stretch with me?” I asked her.

She was painting a sculptured unicorn and said she’ll be right there.

When she came out I had a second towel ready for her opposite me.

She inspected my current stretched position and declared herself in charge of the stretching exercises.

“Let’s make pizza,” she announced and demonstrated how to sit.

Legs stretched apart, back straight.


“Now mom, we are going to roooooooll the dough!” she began and collapsed in a fit of giggles. πŸ˜„

I just stared at her, imitating rolling dough between her legs from left to right, stretching her back and thighs.

“Don’t bend your knee,” she chastised me next, observing my left leg bending slightly.

“That’s my sore leg,” I excused myself, but made an attempt to stretch better.

“Ok mom, now we are going to get the sauce from behiiiiiind,” she giggled next, doing a twisting motion at the waist to reach for the invisible sauce behind her back.

“And the cheeeeeese,” she continued twisting in the other direction.

I may or may not have rolled my eyes at her.

What did she think I was, a child? πŸ˜ƒ

“Now, pick your toppings,” she told me reaching toward her ankles. “What kind do you like?”

“Pineapple.” πŸ˜‰

It went on like this for a while, with her laughing and giggling the whole time.

I was amused, but also unimpressed at my own lack of flexibility. Since boot camp was shut down mid March and the weather didn’t improve till mid May, I hadn’t done much for my physical health.

But I marveled at her ingenuity. I also wondered how, or where she came up with the pizza making stretches.

“Oh, we learned in Kindergym,” she giggled, rolling around with arms wrapped around legs in a way only children can.

Kindergym. She is teaching me the stretching activities from her gymnastics classes she took when she was 4. πŸ˜‚


12 thoughts on “Feisty, spunky tween girls

  1. I love every dang thing about this post!
    What a beautiful snapshot into your life! I know it’s not all sunshine and lollipops, but these are the days to live for! ❀


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