Truth Thursday (a little bit late)
So, my daughter made the high school JV (that’s Junior
Varsity, for those of you, like me, who didn’t know) field hockey team.
Yay. And she wants to try out for
lacrosse in the spring. Yay.
What I didn’t know was that there is practice every day, and
that the after school activities bus leaves much earlier than practice is over.
And that there are many additional responsibilities for parents than just
showing up at games – there’s the pasta dinner before the season opener, there
are list serves to be managed, fundraising to be done, calls to be made, sheds
to be built (to house the girls’ gear) and at least 10 other volunteer
responsibilities on the sheet that was passed around at the parent meeting at
the beginning of the season.
Sheesh. I got through
my son’s four years of high school by visiting the school about 10 times. I’ve
been there 10 times plus in the first week and a half for my daughter’s
launch.
Different kids, different needs.
I went to a high school that had no sports teams. It was the
1970s, and my school, a bit of a hippie experiment in education, was
non-competitive. I took ballet and modern dance as my gym credits. There were
sports, certainly, and I have a memory of one of my good friends walking around
the halls in her “gym leader” uniform, although I don’t know what a gym leader
was, since I never once set foot in the gym (really.)
But I have a good friend today who was a high school and
college athlete, and she and her daughters have been beacons for my daughter
for years. My daughter has skimmed being
really athletic, and while having played on some teams – soccer and basketball
– had never really found her niche.
Until now. She
really, really likes field hockey and lacrosse. She comes home from practice
starving, because she’s working so hard every day. She delightedly showed me
the beginning of her “six pack” the other day. And she is getting to know a
wonderful group of girls who are tightly knit and who work together as a team.