You want to do Foot what??

I have given up any hope that I will be able to live my own missed dreams through daughter dearest . One of the most exciting things ( I thought ) about having my own little girl would be that I could ensure she get’s to enjoy all things I didn’t. For example Ballet. So I happily put her name down for it at a local school all set to start in a few weeks.

Then there was the newsflash. Daughter darling had discovered that school were doing football club, on the same day at the same time. A choice needed to be made. Out of the window goes the little tutu and pumps I had imagined daughter darling looking so pretty wearing.. In come clumpy football boots and ugly shorts. I really do not know where she is going with this mind of her own business.
But this is all okay, there is still time I convince self. She might even hate football??

Oh no, worst luck after her first session she cannot contain her enthusiasm for the ‘beautiful’ game and four weeks down the line I am still standing out in the cold on a Friday evening cheering her on. Don’t get me wrong I am all for equality in sport etc, I was just hoping that my daughter was not going to be the one flying the flag for the girls.

It is not all bad I realise. I look at my darling princess (the only girl in the group) and feel the warmth of pride welling up. I guess she hasn’t really stood a chance with me being mum, me being no shrinking violet myself. Mother like daughter - being conventional clearly doesn’t run in the genes.

Finally by week five Daughter has managed to score her first goal and I have come around to this football thing, hay at least she can teach her little brother….

Or maybe he will do ballet?? Can just see him in that tutu now..