I remember so vividly May 28, 2003. It was my last birthday before my 3rd decade of life would begin and I was spending the day in the best possible way I could imagine. I got to have an ultrasound of our growing baby. This was our first pregnancy and we were over the moon excited. I could hardly wait to find out if we were going to have a boy or a girl. I waited as the tech struggled and struggled to find out the gender of our little bun in the oven. Baby was beyond uncooperative. After what seemed like an eternity, and a bunch of having me change positions, the doctor asked what we thought we were having. Larry said "I think it is a girl and she thinks it is a boy." The doctor smiled and said, "daddy is right. Baby is a girl!" I could hardly believe my ears. I was so excited. Honestly I had so hoped it was a girl as I had always wanted a daughter. I know I would have been equally ecstatic had she been a boy but there was something so comforting about having a girl. I remember thinking that day of dolls, tea parties, and dress up. I remember thinking I wouldn't be sharing the world of little boys and all that entails. I never in a million years thought that I would spend any amount of time at sporting events.
Megan Elizabeth made her arrival 4.5 months after that day. The sight of her face is still one of the most beautiful memories I carry in my heart. As it turns out, all of the things I had thought of that day...the dolls, tea parties, etc...were so naive. Megan is a tomboy through and through. She excels at just about any sport she tries. She is always right in there playing with the boys at school. She has little to no interest in the sterotypical girl activities. Do I mind? NOT. AT. ALL. My heart bursts with pride.
This past weekend, she had yet another softball game. She plays on a team that is 85% 2nd grade girls that tower over her in stature. My little dynamo has no fear. She goes out there and whacks the heck out of pitches and holds her own. I find myself yelling and cheering and being one of those moms that just lights up watching her daughter excel. Larry umpires and helps at most of these games. He has a passion for this game and I know she gets her skill mainly from him. Her intensity at sports and her aptitude is such a reflection of her daddy. She is his legacy through and through. Saturdays game was one of her best. She made an unassisted double play to end the inning and the bleachers went nuts with applause and cheering her name. As Megan ran to the bench to prepare to be at-bat, she was crying. I ran over to her to make sure she was ok. I asked her why she was crying and with her huge, beautiful brown eyes, she looked up at me and said, "I am just so happy."
Larry is often asked if he is sad that he didn't end up with a son. He always answers, "absolutely not." I know that he has the best possible situation. He has a daughter that he can mentor in sports but adores her daddy in a way that only a daughter can. She is absolutely her daddy's girl.
I am so lucky and blessed. I thank God everyday for these moments.
Megan Elizabeth made her arrival 4.5 months after that day. The sight of her face is still one of the most beautiful memories I carry in my heart. As it turns out, all of the things I had thought of that day...the dolls, tea parties, etc...were so naive. Megan is a tomboy through and through. She excels at just about any sport she tries. She is always right in there playing with the boys at school. She has little to no interest in the sterotypical girl activities. Do I mind? NOT. AT. ALL. My heart bursts with pride.
This past weekend, she had yet another softball game. She plays on a team that is 85% 2nd grade girls that tower over her in stature. My little dynamo has no fear. She goes out there and whacks the heck out of pitches and holds her own. I find myself yelling and cheering and being one of those moms that just lights up watching her daughter excel. Larry umpires and helps at most of these games. He has a passion for this game and I know she gets her skill mainly from him. Her intensity at sports and her aptitude is such a reflection of her daddy. She is his legacy through and through. Saturdays game was one of her best. She made an unassisted double play to end the inning and the bleachers went nuts with applause and cheering her name. As Megan ran to the bench to prepare to be at-bat, she was crying. I ran over to her to make sure she was ok. I asked her why she was crying and with her huge, beautiful brown eyes, she looked up at me and said, "I am just so happy."
Larry is often asked if he is sad that he didn't end up with a son. He always answers, "absolutely not." I know that he has the best possible situation. He has a daughter that he can mentor in sports but adores her daddy in a way that only a daughter can. She is absolutely her daddy's girl.
I am so lucky and blessed. I thank God everyday for these moments.
