Today’s prompt: write about someone who was born game
This is my daughter Lindsay:
I like to describe her as someone who lives her life in ALL CAPS. (Also the storm or sunshine of every moment. Both are powerful and magnificent.)
She is fearless. Poison control seemed to know her by name when I called. She’s my only kid who essentially “had a record” with poison control.
When she was just a little kid I was walking with her far beyond the fence in the outfield during one of her brother Zack’s little league games and a kid hit the ball over the fence and Lindsay reached up with her bare hand and pulled it out of the sky.
During Provo Rec. softball–also as a kid–she was recruited by another mom to play soccer. She was an amazing goalie.
She is not, nor has she ever been, afraid of the ball.
She played volleyball and softball in high school. She played softball all four years and is one of the few girls I’ve seen who can throw the ball all the way in from centerfield. During her senior year, her team advanced further than any Provo High girls softball team had ever made it during the state playoffs. They lost against the champions and Lindsay bravely shut down the winning pitcher’s perfect game with an over-the-fence home run.
I really loved watching her play and miss that now, but Lindsay just took her game to newer heights.
She fell in love with rock climbing. Loves the outdoors. And is always game for adventure.
One of the things I love about Lindsay is that her energy and passion are palpable. Her young women leaders used to say that one of the reasons they loved it when Lindsay was around was that everybody had a great time no matter what they were doing.
Her enthusiasm is also contagious. She landed both the jobs she works now because people felt it and loved it and wanted that kind of energy in their business.
We live in a beautiful world where most people forget to look up from their to-do lists to enjoy the ride. Lindsay is someone who works hard and plays hard and knows how to enjoy the ride. She seeks after and embraces the beauty and power in mother earth. I love this about her and, while admittedly I pray for her safety as she reaches for the stars, am so grateful she is looking outward and upward and seizing the day.
[Day 80 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]