When it came to talk of growing girls, sports and athleticism, I was sure the kid was doomed. She had my genes. Enough said. Boy, was I wrong.
She swims. I watch. I am watching her calm her nerves, step up on the starting block and refine her technique at each meet. I am watching from a distance as she listens to her coach and shares high-fives with her team. I am watching as she supports her team.
This is not at all about me. It's all about her. She is growing into a strong, capable, amazing teen and I am watching it unfold right before my very eyes.
It doesn't get any better than this.