Mud on the Wall

My daughters have a way of telling me that not only are we, as a family, not normal, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

proven wrong again

I was there as she moved to the right, shifting her weight onto her left foot, and kicked in the first goal of her life and the first goal of the teams' season.

"Why did it have to be a girl?" was the grudging admiration and admission of success offered by her closest (and loudest) team mate.

He was right in a strange way... the sky was dark, and the wind was rising in a way that threatened snow in the last week of May. It was cold and the turf had already been pummelled into the earth so that the rich clay-filled mud found the daylight. It must have seemed like the "end of days" to him- especially if girls were scoring goals.

But, the angels sang, and my daughter has to deal with the responsiiblity of her success on the field of valor for the rest of her life (or at least for the rest of the week). She has proven, against her long held faith, that her personal success is possible.

I bought the ice cream.


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