I couldn't be prouder of my little girl. She's not so little anymore...but compared to the west side boys...she's a little on the smaller side. Alyson ...for years...has wanted to play t-ball. We waited a bit too long and although she is too old (bah!) for t-ball, we did sign her up for baseball. Her team is called the Hanapepe Mustangs...she's the token haole (white person) on the team and the only girl. The first practice....I was so nervous!! What would she do? How would she feel? Not only was she the only girl, but the only white girl. And therefore, the only team player to have a pink glove and pink cleats. I had to laugh...but.... oh...my...goodness...what a trooper!! After first practice, I asked her how she felt. She responded nonchalantly, "I don't care!" If only we could be like children...like her; so oblivious to the differences in life that could consume and overwhelm us. She wanted to play ball and nothing would stop her. I AM SO *choke* PROUD.
The other day (after several practices...which are every day for 2 hours M-Th...a little extreme for 10 year olds i think), she said to me, "Mom, do you really think I should play baseball?" Why do you ask honey? Are you having second thoughts?" "Well," she said, "sometimes when the sun is shining and we run alot...I sweat." I had to stop from laughing. "Sweating is okay honey!"
