I have a complicated relationship with sports. The video above...I love that. I don't love the reality, which is often nothing like the video above, but I love the idea of sports.
I want Zoey to play. I hope that she loves it. I hope that it provides her with opportunities and new perspectives, and bucket loads of friends. I want to watch her grow and change, and win and lose, and get angry and feel joy. I want to talk to her about it, and encourage her, and make sense of things, and help her solve her own problems, and come to her own conclusions. I just want to be there when it all happens. I hope that she doesn't have to deal with half of the sh!t that I had to deal with...crazy parents, bad coaches, perennial losing, bad teammates, the inability to invest in her efforts more deeply...I just want her to be one of those girls. I hope that she wants to be too.
I want to be the best sports parent ever. I want to have perspective and timely involvement, and I want to leave her to figure some of the important things out herself, without the need for rescuing. She doesn't have to be an All-Star. She doesn't even have to be good. I just want her to love it, and in her own unique way, I want her to be untouchable.