On your mark, get set ...
Sometimes I think I know my kid so well. Then she goes and does something that shocks the pants off me.
A couple weeks ago when I picked Margaret up from school, she proudly announced, “I’m going to join the track team.” I opened my mouth then closed it again. I was about to say, “’the heck?” But instead I told her it sounded like a great idea.
And I really do think it’s a great idea. I’ve been wanting Mar pick up a sport for years. Anything I suggested was the stupidest sport she had ever heard of … it didn’t matter what it was. She didn’t want to participate in sports no way, no how.
Even as a little kid, we’d sign her up for classes — gymnastics, karate, tennis — she hated them all. Well, she didn’t hate tennis, but after the first session, she’d never agree to sign up again.
So, I gave up making suggestions.
Then out of nowhere, she wants to be a runner. If you’ve seen my kid, you would have to agree that running is probably going to be good sport for her. She’s all legs.
Off to the sporting goods store we went and drained my bank account on shoes and shorts and shirts with wicking fabric because if people could see her sweat then she’d be mortified.
She was excited. I was worried. What if she hated track? What if I spent all that money and she quit after the first week?
I guess there was no way to know for sure until she tried.
Monday was the first day of practice. She goes right after school so I don’t pick her up until 4:30 (which is wonderful because now my work day is longer and I can get more work done before Mar comes home). I waited outside the school and hoped it went good enough to keep her wanting to go back.
It did. Phew! I know we have weeks more of practice and track meets, but we’re off to a good start!