Who Is This Child?

This is the Girl Child, showing off nail polish at Christmas. Yesterday I learned something new about her. I knew she was sporty. I knew she was agressive. I did not yet know until yestereday’s SuperBowl, that this child of mine was a Sports Fan. Captial S. Capital F. Where did she come from? My husband enjoys a game, but despite all the animated talk, he’s really just after the wings and beer. I on the other hand have no idea what’s going on. (Although, after last night, I think I understand the term 1st and 10. Sort of.) It’s not like I didn’t try. In eighth grade I played every sport. And I learned that every sport has a D team for girls like me. Not nearly coordinated enough for the A Squad, not quite quick enough for back-up. Not even up to par to play when games were in the bag. No, I was there for moral support only. So you understand my confusion over just where this child came from. I stand in amazement. It’s the best part of parenthood. Go, Girl!