Sometimes I am amazed that Ceilidh is my daughter because I was never into the frilly dresses thing. She loves to play dress-up, and prefers to wear "pretty" colours like purple and pink, and anything with flowers. She thoroughly enjoys dance class and gymnastics.
At three years of age, Devlin was displaying some talent with handling a hockey stick and he loved to shoot pucks. He was also adept at kicking the soccer ball, and could dribble the ball with both feet. Ceilidh is not displaying the same athletic prowess in the traditional sports at age 3. Which is totally okay with us. Her talents lie elsewhere.
One afternoon, Auntie Grace and Devlin were playing a bit of ball hockey on the driveway. Ceilidh wanted to join in. Devlin suggested the goalie's position to her. She agreed. She played like a sieve. Then Ceilidh wanted to try to shoot the puck too. Despite numerous reminders and demonstrations on how to hold the stick and line up the shot, she failed to make a decent shot. She got frustrated. So, then Devlin suggested she be the cheerleader and provided her with some cheering tools. Ceilidh was in seventh heaven. This was her niche, and she played the role well.
My sister, Grace, who played various high school sports and coaches various sports teams now felt this was a huge step back in the struggle for equal rights as she watched Ceilidh happily shake her booty and cheer.
But then again, we've seen Ceilidh tackle her brother and bring him down easily. She is displaying an uncanny talent for wrestling. Who knows? She may have a future in Greco-Roman wrestling - a decidedly unladylike sport.
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