This? Is my daughter. She? Is amazing.
Tonight the children were testing for their green belts in Taekwondo. Boy Child has been extremely excited and not nervous in the least.
Girl Child has been afraid. She gets nervous when she has to perform alone. In a group she's fine, but she doesn't like everyone to watch her.
Tonight she sat in her little group with her brother and the other yellow belts. They called her name and she ran to her line.
And she? Absolutely amazed me.
She hit every mark. Her form was flawless. Instead of her usual, "Ya," she bellowed, "YAAAA!" She shouted, "YES SIR!" "NO SIR!" "THANK YOU SIR!"
She? Made it look really, really easy.
When she was done, she sat down on her mat, confident in her ability to succeed. She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me the smallest of winks.
Like she was saying, "Yeah. That's right. I ROCK."
When I was her age, I hated myself.
When I was her age, I was making myself throw up. Not every day, but sometimes.
When I was her age, I was unsure and uncertain.
When I was her age, I didn't think I could do anything.
I wasn't like her at all.
I'm still not.
But I really want to be.
She can do anything. Anything.
You know how sometimes people say, "My heart could have burst in my chest?"
That's how I felt, watching this amazing kid, doing the things I wish I had the courage to do.
And she? Was the only one with pink toenails. On the whole floor.
She totally rocks.