Thursday, August 13, 2015

Tiger Girl

When I was little my parents would, at random times, ask if I was 'an angel girl or a tiger girl.' I remember this happening in different situations...while I was getting tucked in at night, when I was about to play sports... but I don't remember if there was ever a time when I said I was an angel girl. I just remember feeling so proud to tell my parents I was a TIGER GIRL and being so happy to see their amused laugh in response. 


I signed up to coach June's soccer team this year. It's the Under-6 league and most of the players are 4 and 5 years old. This is my first time coaching and I go back and forth being nervous and excited. I hope that I'm able to meet the needs of the kids, hold their attention and plan age-appropriate practices that are fun for everyone. 

One of the earliest things I had to do was pick my team name. June had been particularly into tigers lately, and I thought they were a sufficiently 'cool' and ferocious mascot, so we became the Tiger Team just like that. 

The other day we took our first family trip to Sports Authority. I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but after a lifetime of playing sports, it was sort of an emotional moment for me as we all walked in. 

June wanted to wear her 'glass slippers' out on our errands, so at one point she had one slipper on and one cleat. It was perfect. One of my favorite high school memories is playing a big soccer game one afternoon and then rushing home to get ready for the homecoming dance. Seeing these two sides of June, the glass slipper and the cleat, I just felt (hoped?) that I was getting a little glimpse into her future too.


June was invited to a birthday party recently. It was the first ever drop-off party she had been to. I wasn't sure if I should leave her or stay, but June actually overheard me discussing the options with Michael and insisted she wanted me to leave. (I think she felt very grown up to be at a party without a parent there.)

It was a princess party and June wore a princess dress. She looked adorable with her glass slippers on and her hair all done. 

I left and went to a coffee shop nearby. About halfway through the party, I got a text from a friend whose daughter was also at the party. She said that a face painter had shown up and June had gotten her face painted:

That's right.

My daughter, in her head-to-toe princess getup, got a full face mask of a tiger face when it was her turn to get her face painted. Other girls and boys had gotten little flowers or characters on their cheeks and June asked for this huge, intense painting that would have fit in perfectly at a tailgating party.

I hadn't laughed so hard in a long time, and I was sitting in a very public coffee shop.

When I went back to pick her up, I gave June a big hug and told her how funny and cool I thought she was. I also noticed 3 or 4 other kids with tiger faces. My friend told me that, after June got hers, some other kids also asked for a tiger face. So now all these other parents also had kids coming home with this look.

The mom of the birthday girl posted a handful of pictures from the event, which really was such a fun and cute party. But I couldn't help but laugh at all the adorable pictures of the little girls...and then this, the only picture of June:

Let's have a close up, shall we?

(When we got home, Bennett did NOT know what to do with June. He went back and forth from having worried eyebrows and whimpering - to smiling and making a soft "rawr" noise at her. Actually, he continues to "rawr" at her now and then.)

My little unexpected, complicated, silly girl. Oh, I do love her so much, that tiger girl of mine.

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