Last September I said these words to Grace:
GET A GOAL.
She did. She said she wanted to go to Zones.
I knew instantly why. Grace wanted the sweat suit, t-shirts, cap, suit and swim bag. She likes crap that screams “I did something great”! Go ahead and judge me. I am fine with that. I was willing to write the check if she figured out how to get herself to zones. And that she did.
Grace worked her ass off. She never missed practice. She didn’t talk during practice. She tried. Really hard.
Fast forward to today. I put her on a bus. Heading to Zones. I don’t care how. I don’t care why. All I know is she did what she wanted. She went to zones.
It isn’t likely that she will make finals. I don’t really care. In the end, it doesn’t really matter. For the first time ever, Grace decided “hey, I want this” and she went after it…..She got it.
She is with a great group of kids, having the time of her life. I tried not to be emotional as I dropped her off but the truth is I cried all the way home. I am proud of all of my kids, all the time but this is a moment in time I won’t ever forget.
She will be 13 next year. Being bottom of her age group won’t be easy. But I don’t suspect that will stop her. We just need to find meets that give away good crap.