Mer and I worked together during summers at camp. We shared a love for kids and camp, and an equally strong dislike for all things organized sport. Especially dreaded were the "staff challenge" sports organized during family camp---the one or two hours a day where all available camp staff were expected to show up and play an organized game against the family campers.
We were the best cheerleaders around. We could yell for our team and congratulate the good plays. But when it came time for the lineup behind the dugout, we became especially creative about finding ways to be at the back of the line. It just wasn't our thing.
Which is why I need to post pictures of my awesome softball playing daughter.
It's her first season, but she's got an eye for which pitches are good (and which ones aren't).
She's made a few good plays and gotten the opposition out at second base.
But that's not all.
Here she is at the awards chapel at school yesterday---walking up to receive not one, but two ribbons from Field Day. (Which to be honest, was not my favorite day at school when I was a kid.)
I was really happy for her, because she was hoping to get a ribbon for one of her events. And I knew that if her genes in this area were predominantly mine, well, she just wouldn't have had much of a chance. (That's not self-degradation---it's merely how it played out in my life. Did I ever tell you that it took me over 13 minutes to do the mile run in 9th grade?)
It's such a neat thing to see your kid go on to do well in something that wasn't necessarily your strength. That whole "nature vs. nurture" thing. Kids might not necessarily have inherited a specific aptitude towards studies, music, art, or sports, but with the right encouragement, children can enjoy and excel in many different areas.
It just still floors me that she enjoys sports.
Guess that's her dad coming out in her.
That's a good thing.