My daughter’s softball career is about to take off. After COVID ruined out 2020 season, we are now gearing up for 2021 with a great outlook ahead of us.
In the last few weeks we’ve had an influx of players to our team and my daughter who is 10 is being set up to play with girls up to 3 years older than her. It’s going to be an exciting tough time for her. I’m finding myself very aware of how excited I am about these developments. I’m not trying to live vicariously through her, but a part of me is.
When I was in school we moved around a lot so I could never get to be really a part of something before we moved onto the next military assignment. When we finally did settle down I had my heart set on playing higher level soccer, but found very quickly that these teams form when children are almost just out of the womb and stay together for years due to age progression through the organization in our town. I was on the outside not due to my skill or my politics, but clearly because I just showed up too late.
I think that is why I’m so excited for my daughter. She’s a 10u player who would have a solid position on the 10u team and is being looked at to move up to 12u team. Either placement would give her the path to move up with these girls for years. It’s the situation I wish I’d had as a kid. I’m trying my hardest to be patient and careful about my reactions to things, but with her making this team and playing with these girls, I too am finding a new friends group to be a part of. I need a good friends group. I have my Facebook crew and kids from my past moving experiences, but I find myself on an island by myself a lot due to being a stay at home mom with kids in a different school than my friends kids. I need a group that I’ll see on a regular basis that I can become friends with.
This team is not only going to be a team for my daughter, but a team for me.