The Baseball Girl
March 30, 2012
People always tell me that they feel sorry for my daughter because she has so many brothers. I never know quite how to respond, because I feel the opposite of sorry for her. Boys hold absolutely no mystery for her. She knows how to relate to them. In fact, she is very confused by some of the girl drama that already is going on at 8 years old.
This year she decided to play baseball. She is the only girl on her team. When people asked her how it is being the only girl in the dugout, she says it’s just like being at home. I wasn’t sure how she would fare athletically on the team, but I can now say confidently that she is not the worst player on the team. And, in fact, she is the fastest runner.
She confidently strides out to the plate, with her bright pink shoelaces, her crazy knee socks (the team ones are so boring, mom), and her braids. Everyone cheers for her. It’s hard not to admire all that spunk packaged into a tiny 45 pound body.
Miles is on the team with her and whereas he would not recognize any of his team mates should he happen to see them not wearing the uniform and sitting on the bench next to him, my daughter knows all of their names. She knows where they go to school, what they like to do, how many siblings they have, their favorite color, what they ate for diner last week, their parents’ social security numbers… and I am only slightly exaggerating.
I don’t know that this changes much as boys and girls get older either.