It is a Friday night in March.
I am with baby girl, putting away laundry in her room, when I hear the familiar siren from the other room. Hubbie is flicking channels.
I haven’t heard that siren since September.
“Go and have a look at the TV,” I instruct to baby girl with a smile playing on my lips. “Go on.”
“Huh?” is her automatic response, but she does suit. Comes back utterly confused.
“Come with me.” She follows me back into the room. I point at the close-up of the player with his black and white striped top.
Yep, footy is back. And the highlight of the night was her sheer dedication to them.
“Collingwood! Go on Collingwood, win!”
I looked at Hubbie, grinning wildly but also playing fair. “Hey, I’m not telling her to say that!”
He looks over at her. “You know you can go for another team too.”
“True,” I add. I turn to baby girl, about to play devil’s advocate. “You know, Tato goes for a team called Hawthorn, and they have a really good winning streak.”
She doesn’t skip a beat. “Tato goes for Hawthorn, and WE go for Collingwood.”
Oh God I can’t help laughing.
“I want Collingwood to win! Collingwood beat that team!”
“Oh honey, when it comes to winning, Collingwood isn’t always the winner. But when we barrack we don’t do it for the winning, we do it for the PASSION.”
(Which is just as well considering tonight’s score).
And after last year’s Grand Final debacle, where she witnessed about 10 people screaming at the TV in our home, decked out in magpie colours, for about 2 hours… well the moment was pretty much engrained in her…
I think black and white, and a decent dose of family devotion, is engrained in her now.
Speaking from experience, it’s pretty awesome, and one of the best way’s to bond. 🙂