Being a parent means you have to console your child when she’s upset because Purdue’s loss wrecked her bracket even though few things in sports give you as much joy as when Purdue loses big games.
Being a parent means you can rest assured that someday your daughter will realize she never wants to go all in on Purdue even if it’s the difference between winning and losing.
Being a parent means you can be confident that one day in the distant future, when your daughter is grown and feeding loved ones of her own, she’ll find herself in the poultry aisle reaching for frozen chicken and still find herself thinking, “I really don’t like Purdue.” She won’t even wonder why she’s thinking about college hoops when she’s preparing to host a dinner party.
Being a parent means that in that same distant future when she randomly asks you that you’re thinking about and you say, “Juwan Morgan,” chances are good she’ll say, “me too.”
Being a parent means when someone asks your daughter who she thinks the GOAT was and she says Calbert Cheaney or Tom Coverdale or Victor Oladipo, no one who knows either one of you will be surprised by her answer.
Being a parent means your child wants to go to Bloomington in February with the same eagerness her friends have for the beach in July.
And finally, being a parent means that when you’re “waiting for next year,” you’re never waiting alone.