My youngest is 11. She plays three different sports and loves joining a group of girls in an athletic contest of skill and heart.
Today, she showed the heart part.
We had a basketball double header. (I can say we, I'm the head coach.) That's right, back to back games. She woke up with a sore throat and the general crummies. Despite that, she played super hard. She was diving on the floor, chasing down girls on the fast break. When she came off the floor she was gasping for air, but despite the pain, she would rest up and ask to go back in. She's one tough cookie and I'm very, very proud of her, her commitment to her team and her huge heart.
Bronte, you rock.