The look on my dad’s face when I confused the Colts with the Spurs, made me realize my dad must have really wanted a boy. At 51 years old my father is the most buff man I know. When he is not benching 300 pound weights, or coaching one of the best football teams in the city he can be found sitting in front of the television watching ESPN. On occasion my sister and I have tried to sit and watch a football, baseball or basketball game with him, but we never make it to the end without dozing off or becoming extremely bored.
From early on my father knew I was going to be the complete opposite of a tomboy. When they stuck me in tee ball as a young child I would make shapes in the sand while the game was going on around me. As a matter of fact the only thing I remember about tee ball is the snacks we would get after the game. After that I became a cheerleader, and my sister followed in my footsteps. Even now and then my dad would try to encourage us to join track or gymnastics, but we refused.
I always wondered if my dad would have been prouder with a boy, until the summer before I left to college. A couple of weeks before I was going to leave to Austin, I was in the kitchen when my dad ran inside from watering the grass. He grabbed me in his huge arms and I felt tears fall on my head. “ I’m very proud of you mija”, he said and then ran back outside. I had never seen my father cry until that day, just thinking about makes me teary eyed. After that day I seriously considered unpacking everything and staying. Until I noticed my father’s wardrobe had turned burnt orange. My dad has always loved UT Football and now he loves it even more. Any time he sees me in a UT shirt he yells “Hook em Horns!” and I roll my eyes.
I may not know much about sports but I know that my father is and always will be proud of me. Yes he taught me how to drive, throw out the trash and use a can of pepper spray. But he also coached me on how to have the determination and will-power of an all-star athlete in everything I do. Every June I love celebrating the man who made the woman I am today. My father has always been my biggest fan, and I will always be his.