Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Hello there, friend,
Last night we went to the park for my daughter's first softball practice. I expected it to be equal parts boring and hilarious. And it was. But it was also wonderful. Some of my best memories are of playing softball. I played for years, as a child, throughout high school, and into my twenties on in a coed softball league where I met my husband. So, watching my little girl throwing and catching and swinging a bat made me swell with mama pride. Maybe this thing that I love and think about so fondly, maybe she can love this thing too.
But I also think, maybe not. Maybe she won't love softball. Maybe she won't love any of the things I love. And maybe that's okay. Watching her try is amazing. Watching her figure out what she loves is amazing. Last night, she loved softball; a few months ago, it was swimming. Who knows what tomorrow or next month or next year will bring. This is one of the joys of parenthood, I think: watching them figure it out and cheering them on as they do.