The Teenager made the volleyball team. Her coaches made a point of letting her know that it was a close call-they want to see her step up her game and sharpen her skills but, she made it. We are proud of her and know that she will do her level best to do well on the court.
Of course, if she hadn’t made it, we would still be just as proud; it really does take guts to try out for a team and the mere fact that she-and her friends-did it speaks volumes about their courage. I’m proud of all of the girls.
In other news, the Man-Cub has recently developed an unhealthy preoccupation with his muscles or, more accurately, his lack of them. He came home from school yesterday and insisted on using my hand weights to “work out”. I assume this new-found hobby has something to do with the imminent onset of puberty and I am afraid.
I am very afraid.