Really.
I didn't really realize I was doing it, the breath holding thing, but I was, I really was.
And I didn't know how I would react when my girl, who has been to hell and back with her knee injury/recovery, made her first college goal ever.
To win a Big East Conference game against University of Southern Florida. Time elapsed when she made the goal? 89:28.
And with :32 left in a rainy, ugly, scoreless game, my daughter stayed composed, set her shoulders in that very cool way she does when she's sure she can do it, and put that ball in the net.
She made it look easy.
But we all know what it's taken to get her to where she was standing in front of that goal, rain pelting down, in a Big East Conference match in Tampa Bay last weekend.
It was one day short of two years since she got hurt, and boy did she get that bad monkey off her back with style.
And when that ball went in the net? I completely lost it. Completely.
See, she was closer to her dream, a dream she alone had created and followed with absolute dedication and grueling effort and an undying belief in her ability to come.the.hell.back.
So on Sunday, this Mama began to breathe again.
For the first time in two years.
I didn't really realize I was doing it, the breath holding thing, but I was, I really was.
And I didn't know how I would react when my girl, who has been to hell and back with her knee injury/recovery, made her first college goal ever.
To win a Big East Conference game against University of Southern Florida. Time elapsed when she made the goal? 89:28.
And with :32 left in a rainy, ugly, scoreless game, my daughter stayed composed, set her shoulders in that very cool way she does when she's sure she can do it, and put that ball in the net.
She made it look easy.
But we all know what it's taken to get her to where she was standing in front of that goal, rain pelting down, in a Big East Conference match in Tampa Bay last weekend.
It was one day short of two years since she got hurt, and boy did she get that bad monkey off her back with style.
And when that ball went in the net? I completely lost it. Completely.
See, she was closer to her dream, a dream she alone had created and followed with absolute dedication and grueling effort and an undying belief in her ability to come.the.hell.back.
So on Sunday, this Mama began to breathe again.
For the first time in two years.
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