The other day at the park, after her first day back at school, the kid was fly around the monkey bars and talking a mile a minute. She was showing me her tricks and demonstrating her strength and also telling me how good she is and how she taught one of her friends a better way to do the monkey bars too.
And I had this instinct. This unfortunate instinct that I squashed down.
I almost told her not to be so cocky. I almost suggested that her friends won’t like it if she’s so confident.
What a stupid thing to think.
This kid is strong. She’s strong and she’s been practicing for years. She’s been doing gymnastics and working hard at it since before she could walk. She practiced the monkey bars over and over again until the day she finally got all the way around. I remember that day and her smile was so big I almost cried, as she ran towards me telling me “I did it!”
She’s worked hard and practiced and why would I take that away from her, ever? Why shouldn’t she be confident about something she can do well?
And if she were a boy, would I have had this whole conversation in my head? No, probably not.
This kid is an athlete. She loves to exercise, she loves to run and stretch and bounce and play. When Daddy asked her if she did anything fun at gymnastics today she declared her love of burpies. Nobody loves burpies.
She’s an athlete and for the rest of her life people will tell her she’s too confident, they’ll place her behind the men in her sport, they’ll say she’s not dedicated because she likes fashion.
I will not be one of those people.