I thought nature was going to give me somebody just like me... a girl, for starters. One who didn't look forward to gym class. One who made sure to be parked in front of the TV when the next figure skating competition was on.
But of course it doesn't work like that. I got someone far better. I got my boy. My athletic, unstoppable, funny boy.
And along with that has come some pretty cool changes to my life. Things I never expected for myself.
Take football. Football, the sport I have never understood and never wanted to watch. It wasn't on in our house, growing up--that was baseball, sometimes. My high school had a football team but I pretty much went home once my marching band job was done. But now I've got my Redskins t-shirt and yesterday I caught myself having a deep conversation with a Kohls' checkout clerk about RG3's recovery (or lack thereof). And I even joined my first Fantasy Football league this fall (don't ask me how they're doing).
Then there's scorekeeping. I actually was the scorekeeper for my kid's baseball team, for a few seasons, until we moved. Never did I think I'd be following a baseball game closely enough to be marking down every strike, ball, and base play. I started because I wanted to help out. But in truth, I loved it. It really taught me a lot about the game and gave me new appreciation for its strategy.
There are things I have given up, too. I used to insist on cooking "real" dinners with "real recipes". Now that's something I save for the weekend, if at all. I still make dinner, but it's essentially sponsored by Trader Joe's. That's because I've got the kid stuff to focus on, and my life is richer for it.
You think you know how your kid is going to change your life, when you first look down at their face. But they've got a lot of surprises in store for you. Sure, some of them are stinky. But a lot of them are quite delicious.