It’s finally happened. For years we have been waiting for this moment… From this
to this…
to today. After a week of rainouts and waiting, and hoping and wishing that we would have sun. We finally got it.
His very first TBall practice.
I kind of want to cry because it just means that it’s begun. The crazy game of organized sports, of baseball and soccer and basketball and lacrosse and whatever else this kid wants to play. He’s so competitive, so insanely coordinated, so INTO sports and being active and being constantly moving and on the go. And while I’ll probably be writing more about how to deal with SUCH a competitive creature (I’m at a loss for now), I’m just going to embrace the horror and enjoy TBall. For all of it’s crazy, cat-herding, paint-drying qualities. Because it’s so fun and wonderful to see him on his first team and watch him try and learn to accept that there are different personalities and different skill levels and different skill sets for each member of the team. Everyone is different and everyone is a contributing member, no matter how good/bad/daisy-picking they are. And he’s a little perplexed that some people don’t know that you run from first base to second, that they didn’t bring their own helmet and that they don’t practice in their backyard, every.single.day.
Because this kid is going to be a baseball player when he grows up.
And I think I totally believe him.
