Thirteen years ago, she wrestled her way into the world. These days, she's wrestling for her junior high school team and holding her own. It goes without saying, but I'm incredibly proud of her: there's a grace, a maturity that belies her chronological years, a gentle intuition and a creative river that defines her. She's a reliable friend, one who comes through and has your back when you feel most vulnerable.
Yes, she's my daughter. She's also my martial arts sparring partner, my soccer 'coach' and a ferocious advocate.
Yes, she's officially a teenager today.
She also won that round. With a dislocated finger.