Volleyball

By my best calculation,  I've been watching high school volleyball for twenty two years.  First Priscilla played,  then Vee,  Now grand-daughter Zandrea, who is sixteen, plays second string.

An added bonus of attending one of Zanni's games, is that she always sings the National Anthem, and does a fantastic job!  What a pleasure!

The rules of the game have changed a lot over the years.  The "new rules" are easier for me to follow than the old ones. You'd think after so long I would completely understand the rules,  but I must admit, I do not.  Last night's the games were all very close, one point leads most of the time, so second string did not get to play.  Even so, it was exciting to watch.  Bench warming is an honorable occupation. (better there than so many other places!)

I have no idea what it would be like to parent a boy.  I have four daughters and three grand-daughters. When I was having children, it used to make me so so angry when people would express sympathy when I gave birth to a daughter, as if some sad mistake had taken place!  Nothing could be further from the truth!  

Parents who have raised one or more of each, all attest to the reality that boys are "easier".   Having raised four daughters should qualify me for some sort of  "expert" status.   Was it hard?  Yes, indeed?  Was it fun? Most of the time?  Was it rewarding?  More than anything!  Am I blessed?  Enormously!

Nothing could be better than having four daughters, all unique, beautiful and smart!  (Am I perhaps a little biased?)  Absolutely.