Badass Bitches and the Mothers' who Love Them

You’re a Badass Bitch and you got this, whispers the mother of a twelve year old girl right before she steps out onto the court. She can tell her daughter is worried about playing today. Worried about her new teammates watching every move she makes. Worried about not being good enough to be considered a member of the “A” team. Worried about f*cking up today’s play, resulting in everybody on the planet, especially her teammates, hating her pretty little pre-teen guts. Her mother, nestled in a perfect viewing spot from the bleachers, watches closely as her daughter and her teammates line up to greet the opposing team with their usual hand slap under the net. Her teammate behind her in line makes a funny observation that inspires laughter, but it’s not enough to nudge the fear away from her eyes. At this point, nothing is enough, because she simply will not allow the fear to exit her brain.  Huddled up in a circle, with their coach in the middle, each girl listens for instructions, for guidance, and of course, for encouragement. Glancing over to the opposing court, it’s the same for that team as well, as it should be. The eye in the sky blows the whistle and with a “ONE! TWO! THREE! GO WILDCATS!”, the girls scatter onto the court.  Her coach decides to keep her benched during the first game, but that’s quite alright.  In fact, that works to her advantage. Her mother knows that her daughter has plenty of time to watch the first match come and go, realizing that everyone, even her teammates, make mistakes, too. But there is still an insane amount of fear in her. Her mother can tell just by the way she keeps taking tiny swigs of her water bottle.  Her mother knows that her daughter loathes water. Her mother basically knows everything about her.  But, it’s the only thing her daughter can do to curb the constant knee bouncing and lip biting. Back and forth the ball goes, with each girl, if they've been listening to the coach, yelling "MINE!" Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All eyes on the ball at all times. Parents, coaches, bench-warmers, and hopefully the eye in the sky go back and forth with it, too. Until ultimately, the ball falls to the ground with one team squealing with delight. What her daughter needs to realize is that the ball is meant to hit the ground. What her daughter needs to realize is that the ball simply cannot and will not stay in the air forever and ever and ever.  What her daughter needs to realize is that everyone eventually drops the ball.  Everyone.  Doesn't matter how much of a Badass Bitch you truly are. Everyone. Drops. The. Ball. Even Badass Bitches. The trick is to pick that ball back up and try again. Two minutes left on the clock and her mother makes eye contact with her daughter for a brief second. She tries to mouth You’re a Badass Bitch and you got this, but her daughter is too afraid to keep her eyes locked in her direction.  Too afraid she’ll see all the hope in her mother’s eyes. Even with the first game almost a thing of the past her mother can see that her daughter is still worried about being called out to play.  It's a damn shame, too, because last year her daughter was something fierce playing for the "C" team. Game number two will start in t-minus thirty seconds and each of her teammates head over to switch courts with the opposing team. "You're up" her coach calls out to her. Her mother's perfect viewing spot from the bleachers is obstructed by the eye in the sky, but maybe it's better this way. Maybe if her daughter doesn't see the hope, she won't be as afraid to fail. Her mother calls bullshit and stands up to watch her daughter serve. She can see her daughter getting ready to put her hours of overhand practice to the test. "You got this." But her daughter doesn't "got this". "SHORT!" is yelled from multiple girls on the opposing team. Her mother hates when they have to call it out like that but she knows it's just part of the game.  Her daughter moves into her position while her Badass teammates provide comforting back taps and words of encouragement. Her mother can see the smile on her daughter's face and it only backs up her hope. "MINE!" her daughter yells while she dives for the ball. And her mother can sit down now because she knows her daughter does in fact "got this". By the end of the game her daughter is exhausted and out of water. "Good game" echos throughout the court as all of the parents stand up to welcome the next round of game watchers.  The eye in the sky comes down from her post to take a sip of her now watered down iced coffee before the next match begins. The coach and her team huddle up for one last pep talk before leaving the court. And her mother, still with hope in her eyes and a smile on her face, waits patiently for her daughter at the bottom of the bleachers.

We lost.

I know.

And I messed up my serve.

I know...But you're still a Badass Bitch in my book.

How?

Because you kept going.

Her daughter looks up to still see the hope in her mother's eyes.

That's what Bad-ass Bitches do. They keep going. 

Her mother gets close enough to whisper something into her daughter's ear right before exiting the gymnasium doors.

I know. I love you, too, mom. 

Love you.  -Mom

Love you. -Mom

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