Time Flies.....

Have gone to a couple of little kids T-Ball games over the past two weeks. Had quite a few good laughs...I had managed to forget about the nose pickers, flower pickers, dirt throwers and butt pickers. The kid that sommersaults across home plate. The bat throwers and the cry babies. The, "I Got To Second Base" Happy Dance. That was the best. There are pictures of course, but it's a sequence of 9 pictures and they don't all want to upload. One picture would simply not do it justice.

I guess I should just come out and admit that there is a little part of me that misses the picking, throwing, crying and dancing from my kids. After watching them play high school athletics, the T-Ball and Farm days of Little League sort of fade into the distance. Those days shouldn't fade. Watching B hit baseballs past the foul poles at age 8, when they didn't set up fences yet because, "Eight and nine year-olds can't hit the ball that far." I have a china cabinet full of Little League home run balls that begs to differ. Rembering B throw a 5 pitch, 3 out inning. One of the outs was a strike out. Watching E break a girls nose at home plate because when she laid down the tag the runner didn't slide correctly and E hit her in the face. Being on the Alpenrose Fields and having E blast a ball all the way to the right field fence...at age 12...maybe 13. 13 I think. Having an opposing teams runner round third, being sent home by her base coach, only to stop half way down the base path, return to third base and inform her coach, "I'm not going home on her, she hurts people." when E stood up at the plate and threw off her mask.

To all of my friends that are just starting their parenting adventures, enjoy freezing your ass off at your kids sporting events. Enjoy the ear shattering band performances, the pee pee dance ballet recitals and the wrong way run touchdown that your son "scores". It may seem excruciating now, but it is so worth it in the end. I'm glad a simple T-Ball game could remind me of that.