Hanna, my 10 year old came home from school today and said, “Guess who the worst volleyball player in my class is?”

Um, Sheldon?

“Me! I am the worst volleyball player in the world! I hate volleyball!”

It was like a knife through my heart. How could anyone hate volleyball? It’s such a great sport?

Once again, my own interests are interfering with my children’s choices and she’s going to rebel and buy an ‘I heart basketball’ jersey and paint her face white with black lipstick if I’m not careful.

Deep breath.

“What is it you don’t like about volleyball Hanna?”

Two things; the ball and the net.

I’m not sure she can be saved.

On a positive note, Ellie, my 7 year old told me her ‘Happy Feet’ socks actually work. “Mom, every time I wear them I am SO happy!”