Ahhhhhh. Spring is in the air. The sun is hot and the air is fresh. Tee-ball leagues are starting up as are the soccer leagues.
Last Thursday, Kendall went home with a little friend after school. The friend then had tee-ball practice at 6 pm, so I met the girls and the other mom at the park. I love being at a softball/tee-ball practice. It always makes me think back to my summers as a kid and all I did was play outside. Or swim. Or play softball. I was cheering on Kendall's friend as she would hit the ball off the tee. "What do you think, Kendall?" "Would you want to play tee-ball like Grace?" No answer. Kendall just wasn't into it. It hit me-- -my daughter is not like me. Oh sure, I loved Barbies as a kid, but I also played with Matchbox cars in the front yard with the neighbor boy. She doesn't love running and kicking balls or hitting balls or getting dirty. She is not a tom-boy.
I decided I need to stop wishing that she loved the outdoor rough-and-tumble sports that I loved as a child. And I have to admit I do know what she likes. I've known it for some time but I never saw myself as one of those kind of moms. I do know she likes to sing---that is something that I love to do. But for grins I asked her if she had a choice between playing soccer, playing tee-ball or taking ballet, which one would she pick. Without hesitation she said "Ballet." Oh boy. So, I've decided to look into it and if that is what she wants to try, then I will put on my happy face and be her biggest cheerleader.