As the father of daughters, I will never know the pride that cannot really be spoken of aloud, when my son gets in his first fistfight, and comes out on top. I won't see a son excel at contact sports and take punishment and hand it out as I did as a boy, and later as a man.
I hope you won't think poorly of me when I tell you how proud I was this weekend that during her indoor game this weekend, Soccergirl knocked several other girls on their asses in a particularly physical game.
I don't mean to suggest that my girly-girl daughter was out there being a brute, but she sure as hell gave better than she got. She even earned herself a blue card. In this league, at this age group, you can get a "blue card" which is a two minute penalty. As good as I felt about her standing for her own, I kept it quiet, because the genteel folks in Fairfax County probably wouldn't have appreciated my exuberance.
What was even better than the way I felt about it was the fact that her coach and her regular season head coach (both women) were both happier about it than I was.
As I always say: soccer is a contact sport, and we don't play powder puff!