When our daughter was five, her father – who is an old soccer player from waaaay back – signed her up to play on a local rec team. Being like so many other activities for kids, the league was short on coaches. And that… began a dynasty that continues today.
From kindergarten through today, she and her dad have shared a love for futbol. If he wasn’t coaching her, he was her biggest fan. Through little league, to middle school, to premier travel teams to high school, he was on a sideline. He was the one she talked with about her performance, about her butt-head high school coaches, about every aspect of the game, he was her go-to.
I admit to being more than a little jealous. Being a team mom, or coach’s wife, got me near her games, but if there was ever a choice, her dad was the one who went with her to out-of-town games.
Once she graduated high school, she played intramural ball in college and recently updated her certification to referee local rec and high school games. It’s still her dad she calls to vent to, or to ask rule questions.
It’s not that she and I don’t have shared interests, but soccer was always their ‘Thing.’
I guess that’s part of the reason I am so excited about the trip she and I have planned this week. We’ll be spending four days together, just hanging out. Oh, there is that 5K thing on Saturday, but that’s only a small part of it.
My daughter and I are getting away for Girls Only Weekend, and I’m like a little kid waiting for Christmas. I haven’t stopped telling Hubs how much I appreciate this birthday gift, but I can understand if he’s a little jealous of me this time.