out for softball for her first time. She's never put a hand in a glove before, she's never gripped a softball, she's never held a bet that was harder than her head; yes I'm nervous!
Paris is truly my artsy child she's very gifted in the classroom. Very gifted musically and artistically, she's the kind of girl that really wants to be athletic but God genuinely touched her in the fine arts way. However she wants to play. Therefore dad is going to sit here in the bleachers and watch her without saying a word looking anxiously as she crouches, waiting as the ball approaches her, then she quickly jumps out of the way realizing that softball is not played with a soft ball. This is going to be fun as we support her to the fullest. I'm sure she'll catch on quick. Actually, this may be fun playing catch with her and teaching her to hit and slide and get all dirty. Maybe this is the sport she needs. I spent my time trying to make her into the girly girl that she desperately rebells against, it's time to let her be her. I have always told my wife that we have to meet her where she is in order to reach her. Can't wait to see how this works out.
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