When my daughter was about six years old, I decided that I was going to do what parents should do for their children and that is this: enroll them in as many events and sports as we could possibly cram into her little life--because she may latch onto something great and be a complete natural. You never know. And I felt that as a parent it is my responsibility to not leave one stone unturned, so I busied her in various things. Gymnastics and soccer were first on the list of things to do/see about.
You're right if you bet soccer was my biggest dream as a parent. I'd love to have a little Mia Hamm. How many times I've driven past a field and noticed girls convening against each other in uniform, with those shin pads and cleats and hair all ponytailed and cute. I've always thought that if one of my three daughters became an athlete, that's the sport I'd want her to excel in.
But it wasn't meant to be. She didn't take to soccer. In fact, she kept looking for cool insects and weeds in the grass out in the field. And I had to keep yelling to help her stay focused. All three of my daughters have turned out to be much more artsy than athletic.
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