My girl moved up an age division in soccer this year, and the league expanded the age division to include one more year. In other words, my young, 12-year-old, 7th grader, is playing with 15-year-old, fully-grown freshman. This is concerning. My 82-pound girl is tough, taking on girls a full head taller and outweighing her by 50 pounds. So, that’s not the issue.
It’s the difference between a girl and a young woman. After the very first practice, she came home lamenting about her former team. “Mom, I miss my old team. I miss how sweet and innocent they were. These girls talk about boys, swear and say really inappropriate things.” Hmmm.
At the first game, they had some extra time and my girl yelled out, “Kate’s in the middle!” The older girls looked at her and with an incredulous tone said, “You want to play monkey in the middle?” My poor child was chagrined.
She’s going to grow up quickly enough. This new division is pushing her into a world she’s not ready for. It’s exposing her to things that she doesn’t want to hear or see. She just wants to play soccer, laugh and be silly. And, I’m so grateful for these few more sweet months before I no longer know anything and she doesn’t want to share these things with me.
Play monkey in the middle, honey. You have your whole life to be grown up and serious.