Friday, August 25, 2017

I Hope She Loses

Dale started soccer.

When I asked her to get ready, I soon hear crying and whining coming from her room.

Me (after 10ish minutes): What's up?
Dale through angry tears: (exasperated gesture toward shin guards) THEY LOOK LIKE BOOTS
Me: .......................
Dale continues to rant: THIS ISN'T WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE!
Me: Oh. What are they supposed to look like?
Dale: NOT THIS!
Me: Do you remember what they looked like when you tried them on?
Dale: YEHhhssss (read that one phonically)
Me: Well, I'm sorry you're so disappointed, but I think you'll be glad you have them on.

(What the?)
Of all the stupid things!

I hope soccer is wonderful for her. I hope it toughens her up (in all the right ways). Shows her how important teamwork and communication is (she's kind of a bossy pants right now). And teaches her hard work and endurance. In only the way a team sport can. We have our methods, but there are some things that team sports teach way more effectively.

I'm excited for her to win some. And I'm excited for her to lose. This girl does not know how to lose. And in life, sometimes (probably mostly) you lose. And that's ok. It's really about what you do after you lose that matters most.




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