I have 3 kids and love them all. They have their ups and downs. I lined em up boy girl boy. And the hardest one to raise so far has been the girl. Nowadays with social media it can get vicious. I thought I had it rough. But enough about the good stuff... Lol
My daughter, who is about to be 20, started playing softball when she was 7 or 8. I was out practicing with my son and she picked a bat up and wanted to practice too. Well she made contact with every ball. So I decided to a sign her up for rec ball. She made all-stars every year except one (should have made it then too). Had a unassisted triple play at 3rd when she was 9 (caught the line drive, stepped on the bag, and tagged the runner) . Began to pitch when she was 10. When she was 15 we went to Bham to visit this cute nurse I was seeing and her daughter played. She played in an 15-18u league. Well they were short a player. So I told them my daughter could play outfield if they needed her to. When the coaches heard she could pitch they let her try. You should have seen the coaches faces when my daughter was striking out the 18 year old players
they asked if she could play in a tourney that weekend and she agreed. She pitched all the games. She had offers at the end of the tournament to move up to Bham and go to school. She continued her career down in our hometown, playing high school ball etc. Thoughts of college ball were looming in my head.
When she was 17 however she started having irregular heartbeats. She was taken to the emergency room one day and found to have a heart murmur. We then went to Montgomery to see a specialist and he did an ultrasound on her heart and saw she had one large hole and several small holes on a inner wall of her heart. We made several trips to Bham's Children's hospital where eventually she had to have open heart surgery to repair her heart. While there they discovered a rare genectic tumor on her right adrenal gland above her kidney about the size of a tennis ball. They were able to remove it, taking with it her adrenal gland. Because of its rarity the medicine she took before surgery was very expensive. I literally held 39000 dollars in pills in my hands. We spent maybe a month at Children's. It was rough...the hospital food. No words. But her heart problems were a blessing. Without them we may have never discovered the life threatening tumor.
Needless to say she had to give up sports and thoughts of college ball. But she was probably stronger than me through the whole ordeal. And came through tough as nails. She now has a 6" scar down her chest that she calls her battle scar. She is definitely a warrior and is one of the three most wonderful kids I know