God handed us two boys and two girls. Two boys and two girls, born to one sporty, team-playing guy and one…well, not-so-athletic (aw, c’mon, my knitting fingers are strong) mom.
He plays ball with them. I take photos of him playing ball with them.
As an athlete himself, Daddy does not allow whining or excuses….and he is not known for going easy on the boys. Or the girls. Girls can play just as good as any boy, he says, and so he’ll throw a ball as hard at his gal as he would his boy.
Even though our gals may choose any sport they’d like, our girls are most interested in the sport of dance. Dance is, I promise you, a sport. Our 16yo comes home as sweaty and as exhausted in two hours of dance as her 13yo brother does from two hours of basketball.
We’re proud to play like a girl, whether it’s in a game of pickup football or in a ballet performance.