I’m not flexible at all.  When I was in 3rd grade I remember my gym teacher telling me his grandma had a better sit and reach than I did.  (Slightly traumatic!)  It’s rough.  I’ve been athletic my whole life (well minus the 18ish months of pregnancy), and I can’t remember the last time I touched my toes.  Yes, I have friends who tell me to try yoga (I should, I know), and I know if I worked at it enough I could probably do it.

The saddest part in all of this is I seemed to have passed this along to my 5 year old daughter.  Poor girl is the only kid in her track and field class who is struggling to get those toes.  She quit gymnastics after 3 sessions through the park district because she didn’t enjoy the 20 minutes of stretching at the start of class.  (Yes, a better mom might have kept her in since clearly this is what she needed, but I pick my battles carefully with this chick.)

These genes of mine are strong and it doesn’t help that the husband also cannot reach his toes.  We are a hot mess over here.  Clearly family stretching time needs to happen daily and we need to make sure the 2 year old keeps grabbing his toes at least three times a day so the dreaded “momma genes” don’t haunt him too.

Good news in all of this is both my kids resemble me more because of the strong genes.  (Sorry husband, but I did win that one!)