On the way to camp this morning, Krystal wanted to know why people thought 7 was a lucky number.
This sparked quite the discussion on superstitions surrounding the numbers 7 and 13. I shared that when I played soccer in high school I wore number 13, and I considered it “lucky” for me, and I kind of liked having it be a number that that no one else liked. I also explained that oftentimes people choose for themselves a lucky number based on their birthdate, or another number they just liked for whatever reason.
“But we don’t know when I was born,” she whined. Technically, she’s right. She has a birthday, of course, but the day we celebrate could be the anniversary of the day she was born, or it could be a day or two on either side. We’ll probably never know.
“You wore number 8 in baseball this year,” I reminded her.
“What number did I wear for soccer again?” she wanted to know.
“Number 42. Do you remember who wore that number?” When her soccer coach handed out her number last fall he made a point of saying he would call her Jackie, after Jackie Robinson.
Krystal is very interested in history, and we have read books about Rosa Parks, Abraham Lincoln and Harriet Tubman. We’ve also talked about racism, how it’s depicted in the stories we’ve read, as well as the tip of the iceberg she has experienced herself.
I reminded her who Jackie Robinson was, and why he was famous. In the purity of a child, she said, “It’s not right to decide if someone can play baseball if they are brown. If they can play, they can play! It shouldn’t matter!” And of course, she’s right.
“Number 42 is going to be my lucky number. Because I want to make sure no one has to do the racism like Jackie did,” she declared.
I swear, sometimes my heart just wants to burst.
I love your daughters.
She’ll also have the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
She’s a great kid. The coach sounds like a great person too.