Gael at the Futbol Funatics summer camp
He is such a natural. You can tell just by looking at the picture, right? Gael can do anything physical from running, basketball, football, headstands, basically anything that involves a good amount of physical energy and a disgusting amount of sweat. He even beats me at bowling. OK, maybe that isn't too difficult a feat. But I swear he was born to do this. Go ahead, laugh at me, call me exaggerating, brush me aside as a doting mother. Laugh now cause I'll be peeing-in-my-pants laughing when Gael kicks YOUR kid's ass at a football game in a few years.
Unlike Paco, I'm not even dreaming of Gael training with FC Barcelona or a multi-million Euro contract with Real Madrid. (Wait, I think I got that wrong.) I simply want him to continue this love for yoga, gymnastics, football, swimming and whatever else athletic/sporty he will get into. I don't play any sport and I've gone to the gym a total of about a year in all my 36 years. If it weren't for the infernal heat this summer I'd never break into a sweat. My sorry middle-aged, jiggly, flabby body is now paying for these sins and I'll be darned if Gael and Aiden make the same mistakes.