Sierra had her ski race today. It was warm, and the snow that was falling was heavy and wet (very atypical for our region), which made for fairly sticky racing conditions. Even so, she placed second in her division with a race course time of 34.28 seconds!
You know what the most incredible part about it was? She didn’t know that she placed second. She didn’t know what her best time was. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care much when I told her. She had fun, and that was all that was important to her.
And now? Now she’s at a friend’s birthday sleepover. She is the only girl there with 4 boys from her class. I love it. The boys greeted her eagerly at the door when we arrived. They asked her how her race went, and were congratulatory about her finish. They huddled up all together to play with the birthday boy’s presents and it was no big deal that she was a girl. These boys. They are so good to her. I remember being that girl in the group of boys. I don’t know if the parents of these sons realize how incredible it makes me feel to see their boys include her without question or hesitation; that they ENJOY her, that they know that she is a good friend, that she is funny, and fun, and wildy adventurous and athletic, and that being a girl is not even part of the equation. These boys are amazing, and important, and so are their parents. I love it.
Pretty humbling, as well.
Oh, Turbo. You are such an awe-inspiring person. Manlegs and I are truly lucky that you are ours.