misplaced mama

After her father’s heart….Mia loves to skateboard. She began asking for a pink skateboard a couple weeks ago. She has been watching her pops skate around the neighborhood and being the physical little lady that she is, she is utterly intrigued, demanding rides from him or getting herself on his big board trying to scoot all around the back yard. One day at a stop light—not sure if she saw someone skating or what but she asked me for a pink skateboard. I told her sure, we could find her a pink skateboard. A few hours later she asked me,”Mama, did you get Mia a pink skateboard? I want a pink skateboard.” I told her I hadn’t a chance yet, but sure, ,soon we could get her one. The next day she woke up and asked to call her dad at work to make sure he was going to make her a pink skateboard. “Mia wants to skate today mama. Okay, mama?” I let her call her dad and ask him and sure enough that day he came home with a little skateboard the perfect size for her 2-year old frame and a can of day-glo pink spraypaint (it was acutally a sponge bob skateboard, but nothing that a little spraypaint couldn’t cover). After they painted it he took her to the skateshop so she could pick out some sitckers for her new board. Then they were off to the skatepark. The chic rocks on the board to say the least. What a bad-ass daughter I have. It freaks me out and swells my heart with joy at the same time…she has no fear of falling and is intent on balancing, staying centered and softening at the knees. Here is a shot of her after a mini-tantrum at the skatepark. Bill wouldn’t let her go into the middle of the bowl where all the kids where doing fancy tricks. She insisted she could skate like them and threw a bit of a fit when we wouldn’t let her go skate the middle I don’t doubt she will be there soon.