Memorial Day reminds me of one thing
And one thing only…
The first time I was more than 9 months pregnant
And SO ready to burst.
I can’t believe it’s been 15 years!
It’s so odd to have a child so much like me.
I look at her and feel every moment of high school all over!
It’s like my heart walks around all day outside my body.
Although it should be said, for sure,
This kid has her head screwed on far tighter than I did,
And her grades are not reflective of her genes!
I was smart but lazy.
Mini McGee is smart, lazy with chores...
But crazy diligent with her school work.
I catch glimpses sometimes of the woman she is becoming
(I can already see her cringing reading this)
And it’s an incredible sight.
Mini-McGee is…
A brilliant, beautiful, athlete.
Fun to be around with a silly giggle.
Has incredible hair I would pay to have.
Is often wise beyond her years,
And yet fantastically happy being just 15.
A leader.
A loyal friend.
And my favorite 15 year old in the world.
Can’t wait to see what comes next.
This girl will do something, peeps!
Mark my words.
I’m a fan and a believer!
Happy birthday sweet girl!
-McGee
My thoughts... Based on my own ordinary existance. And sometimes extraordinary experiences.
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Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
mini-McGee goes to high school.
Mini-McGee is literally just that.
A mini-me.
Physically, emotionally, athletically…
It’s like a carbon copy of my heart beats outside of my chest.
Mini-McGee starting high school this year was bizarre. She’s very age appropriate, an amazing student, a great athlete and has a really good group of friends so it’s not like I was worried about what SHE would be doing as much as the fact that she would be going to school every day with (practically) grown men! The difference between a Freshman and a Senior is all of a sudden staggering.
*Sidenote* To my mom and dad. I’m so sorry. You were right and I was wrong. It’s not ok for a Freshman girl to go out with a Senior boy. I totally get it now. Totally.
I had the awesome opportunity to watch her first high school basketball game last week and walked away loving who she is even more. I watched Mini-McGee play hard, lead her team, acknowledge the other team members with exceptional sportsmanship and stay out of the nastiest physical girl fight I’ve ever seen even while her team nearly cleared the bench to participate. (That last one was an eye opener-we are no longer in the proverbial “Kansas” anymore!)
It’s an amazing thing.
Watching your little girl.
And seeing glimpses of the woman she will become.
Scratch that.
Is already becoming.
And…
Then…
She was invited to play Varsity for a tournament.
As a Freshman.
And I watched her giggle and nearly jump for joy.
Today is a good day.
Her win’s are hers, for sure…
But I relish in them with her!
-McGee, proud mommy of a high school girl
A mini-me.
Physically, emotionally, athletically…
It’s like a carbon copy of my heart beats outside of my chest.
Mini-McGee starting high school this year was bizarre. She’s very age appropriate, an amazing student, a great athlete and has a really good group of friends so it’s not like I was worried about what SHE would be doing as much as the fact that she would be going to school every day with (practically) grown men! The difference between a Freshman and a Senior is all of a sudden staggering.
*Sidenote* To my mom and dad. I’m so sorry. You were right and I was wrong. It’s not ok for a Freshman girl to go out with a Senior boy. I totally get it now. Totally.
I had the awesome opportunity to watch her first high school basketball game last week and walked away loving who she is even more. I watched Mini-McGee play hard, lead her team, acknowledge the other team members with exceptional sportsmanship and stay out of the nastiest physical girl fight I’ve ever seen even while her team nearly cleared the bench to participate. (That last one was an eye opener-we are no longer in the proverbial “Kansas” anymore!)
It’s an amazing thing.
Watching your little girl.
And seeing glimpses of the woman she will become.
Scratch that.
Is already becoming.
And…
Then…
She was invited to play Varsity for a tournament.
As a Freshman.
And I watched her giggle and nearly jump for joy.
Today is a good day.
Her win’s are hers, for sure…
But I relish in them with her!
-McGee, proud mommy of a high school girl
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
63 in 60
Where have I been you ask?
Where has McGee gone?
Why isn’t she writing?
I will tell you…
I’ve been here…
And as a result.
At night.
In my sleep.
All I hear over and over again is…
"Holy Monkey, that was funky
Moooove it over, Moooove it over."
Or
"Suzie is her number.
5 is her name.
Even though we’re mixed up,
We’re gonna win this game."
You see.
With three of the kids in sports…
63 games in 60 days.
That’s a lot of softball and tball.
I have had the honor of serving on the board of a softball organization along side 12 other volunteers, countless coaches and managers, and hundreds of parents to produce a softball season where 322 girls came to play and left it all out on the field.
There is nothing more rewarding than hearing a group of girls cheering each other on and then vowing to come back again next year and do it all over again.
But my favorite moment?
It had nothing to do with the score.
Mini McGee is playing first base at the Championship Game. A girl from the other team hits it to short, short throws to Mini McGee who reaches just into the line to catch the ball and as she does she gets caught up in the runner. A MAJOR tumble ensues where both girls look like a dust storm. As a mom-I hold my breath for a minute, waiting to see both girls stand up in one piece. As a coach-I hope she’s holding on to that ball tight! They both get up-runner is safe and they both dust themselves off.
Then.
There’s the moment.
The one that I love...
Mini-McGee reaches out her hand,
Right before the next pitch,
To high five her rival with a grin.
Because it’s all about good softball.
Winning is great.
Talent is awesome.
Connections made on that field
will last far beyond the talent or the score.
And for that-it’s all worth it!
Oh.
And.
I’m baaaaaack!
-McGee
Where has McGee gone?
Why isn’t she writing?
I will tell you…
I’ve been here…
And as a result.
At night.
In my sleep.
All I hear over and over again is…
"Holy Monkey, that was funky
Moooove it over, Moooove it over."
Or
"Suzie is her number.
5 is her name.
Even though we’re mixed up,
We’re gonna win this game."
You see.
With three of the kids in sports…
63 games in 60 days.
That’s a lot of softball and tball.
I have had the honor of serving on the board of a softball organization along side 12 other volunteers, countless coaches and managers, and hundreds of parents to produce a softball season where 322 girls came to play and left it all out on the field.
There is nothing more rewarding than hearing a group of girls cheering each other on and then vowing to come back again next year and do it all over again.
But my favorite moment?
It had nothing to do with the score.
Mini McGee is playing first base at the Championship Game. A girl from the other team hits it to short, short throws to Mini McGee who reaches just into the line to catch the ball and as she does she gets caught up in the runner. A MAJOR tumble ensues where both girls look like a dust storm. As a mom-I hold my breath for a minute, waiting to see both girls stand up in one piece. As a coach-I hope she’s holding on to that ball tight! They both get up-runner is safe and they both dust themselves off.
Then.
There’s the moment.
The one that I love...
Mini-McGee reaches out her hand,
Right before the next pitch,
To high five her rival with a grin.
Because it’s all about good softball.
Winning is great.
Talent is awesome.
Connections made on that field
will last far beyond the talent or the score.
And for that-it’s all worth it!
Oh.
And.
I’m baaaaaack!
-McGee
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