Becoming Poppyseed
Monday, 9 January 2012
Waiting...
I still don’t know exactly how this happened. This sports thing.
We move to a place where everyone plays sports. She chooses field hockey. She plays the fall season. And she likes loves it.
And she’s awful.
Really awful.
Yet, she still loves it.
Winter season started on Saturday night. Yes, night. Indoor, of course.
The other team obliterated her team.
16-0.
Really.
Yet, she still loves it.
I mentioned that I’d heard the moms talking about spring season.
“Sign. me. up,” she says.
It isn’t a passion. Poppyseed isn’t consumed with all things field hockey. In this way, she is so different from how I was with music and theatre.
Maybe this is better.
Maybe she will continue to love it because it isn’t her obsession passion.
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I’m glad she’s found something to connect to the kids in the new neighborhood. It’s physical and it’s social. What more could she want? The fact that they meet on Saturday night is a bonus.
And if it’s not a long term commitment, so what? There are many more things she can try next.
This development does, however, bring up a question. Does that make you a hockey mom?
Tech Service was awful when he started fencing. Really awful. But he loved it. And now he is good at it, and he loves it.
Yay Poppyseed! 😉