I really worry about her making her way in the world and so I am hard on her. Probably too hard, I know. But we somehow still manage to have a pretty darn good relationship and it seems to be getting better as she gets older.
But I will never understand that girl.
We are so fundamentally different that it is sometimes hard to believe she is mine.
But yet, we are so much the same, that we can drive each other nuts. How does that even work?
This year she is finally able to play on her school sports teams and she loves it. (Same as me.) She already made the volleyball team but she plans on trying out for her two favorite sports, basketball and softball. (Same as me.) She is strong and tenacious but not fast so she tends to be the scrappy one. (Same as me.)
She has been going to open basketball practices at school on weekend nights. She's been the only girl there and so she has gotten a lot of practice time (and face time) with the girls' J.V. and varsity coaches. That's so great, right?
But this week she wants to invite all of her friends who want to try out for basketball to come with her. (So NOT the same as me.)
If I was having this practically secret, under-the-radar practice time with the coaches who would be evaluating me at try-outs, I wouldn't tell a soul.
I guess when it comes right down to it, she is just a better person than me. I guess she had a better upbringing.