My daughter threw a fit yesterday morning before school because she didn’t want to go. It was field day and apparently she hates field day! What? I lived for field day. I still remember practicing hand-offs at recess for the 4×100 relay. How can the offspring of a State Champion track star (hubby) and a College co-ed intramural badminton champion (me) hate field day?
It gets worse. She also informed me that she hates hiking, walking, and P.E. I said, “So you’re telling me you hate movement in general?” So much for my big plans for my future volleyball star.
As Elle left for field day in her ruffled, zebra print girly shirt (her grandma bought), I had to tell myself that cheerleaders are people too and marching band inspires someone. Elle is entitled to her own interests, her own talents, her own style, and her own dreams. I will support her in what ever she chooses to do or not do (although we are still going to move as a family whether she likes it or not.) And in the end, maybe it’s a good thing she’s nothing like me.