Third time's a charm

This was Alecia's third year playing flag football.

The first two years rocked. She didn't care that she was the only girl in the league. She just liked playing football and wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop her.

This year, though, was different. Something was wrong.

Mostly because of way too much "Girls aren't as good as boys" talk going on at the soccer field by the plethora of boys that play during recess with Alecia. She lost her confidence. She wasn't sure she had what it took to compete with them anymore. It was a sad day.


And then, through a blessed series of events (involving the football field, the soccer field at school, and a fourth-grade boy to whom I would like to give a big, fat kiss), she got her mojo back. She realized she had what it took to compete all along. It was a happy day.


Honestly, I don't know how many games they won. They don't keep track, and neither did we. Half, maybe? I just know that she won. And that she had a great time with her teammates, especially Dallin and Mason from her school class. And that she REALLY loved being the center. Or kicker. Or running back.




And sometimes, after her game when we are in the middle of watching Cory's game, she'll go off and do something crazy like climb eighteen feet up a chain link fence to grab a kid's shoe that got stuck in the netting, with nothing to catch her but cement.


'Cause that's what you're supposed to do when you get your mojo back, right?