a proud mother brags

First of all, not only did I dump the therapist but I managed to turn it into a routine that got me a few laughs. Turns out she was right-I feel better already.

My big girl who is a fencer was in her first tournament on Saturday and we all turned out en masse to watch her and cheer. She did very well in her group and left the building tired and sore and happy. But what I liked the most was how bloody proud and pleased I was watching her play-because for her that's exactly what it was-at something she liked and was good at. I learned a lot about her that I already knew but had forgotten. She was the one who laughed and talked with everybody and she kept smiling even when she got "obliterated" (her words). She enjoyed the competition and was thrilled when she won but not to the point of bragging and kept focused even when she was very sore from four hours of competing or fighting a competitor she knew she had no chance of beating. Her coaches commented to me on how cool she was and how good she could become. And she did it with style. That's my girl-I just love her so much. I love bragging about her.

ps. the stripey socks are not obligatory although they do make it easier to spot her in the sea of white.