My Teenage Daughter is a Fast Girl
My teenage daughter is a fast girl. No, not that kind of fast, at least not with any boyfriends I’m aware of. Fast as in speedy.
She recently competed in her first high school track meet and did incredibly well. First place in the 200 yard dash. Second place in the 100. First place with her squad in the 4×100 relay.
We weren’t too surprised. She plays club soccer for a championship team, and she’s in great shape from playing youth sports all her life.
(She and her girl friends remind me of the girls I grew up with in the 70s, in that they are fiercely competitive, determined, focused, dedicated to the sports they play. What’s different about my daughter and her friends is they are also decidedly feminine, unafraid to show their softer, gentler, nurturing, loving side. But I digress…)
She and my son and I were sitting on the couch in the TV room, watching Survivor, when the phone in the kitchen rang. We were all comfy on the couch, munching popcorn, snuggled under lap blankets. The answering machine picked up and we heard their mom’s voice.
“It’s Mom, go answer it,” my son said to my daughter.
“You get it,” my daughter said.
“You’re the fast one,” my son said.
She couldn’t dispute that. She smiled smugly as she went to the kitchen, clearly pleased with her new stature. My son gave me a wry smile, settled into the couch, and relaxed like a king.
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Comment by Hanie
| March 8th, 2008
A real proud dad ;-)
Comment by randomesq
| March 8th, 2008
Very cool (about your daughter) and very clever (about your son).
So…what’d you think of who got the boot in Survivor?