Play Ball!

So, I know, Dad’s traditionally play catch with their son’s and my husband is usually out in the yard catching/throwing/shooting something with the kids, but not today.  Today, mommy is on catch duty.  My seriously over worked husband is at this fourth video shoot of the week and will be out all day.  So, when the boy asked, “Mom, can we play catch?”  My response was absolutely!

A little background.  I LOVE sports, all sports.  I watch as much sports many men.  My favorite is football.  Don’t bother me on a Saturday or Sunday during football season.  And, don’t EVER call during a Packers game….ever.

Anyhoo, I’m pretty decent at catching and throwing a football.  I can make my share of basket in a pick up game.  I’m fairly aggressive in soccer.  Then there’s baseball.  I’m good at watching baseball.  I’ll go to a game any day.  Playing baseball is another story.  I can throw ok.  It will get there.  I’m deathly afraid of the ball hurdling at me…deathly afraid.

So on the beautiful 80 degree Saturday in Nebraska in March, my son asks me to be catcher so he can practice pitching.  He did great.  I did a lot of squat, miss the ball, stand, run, get the ball, run back, throw, squat and repeat.  I think I only actually catch on.  Then on to catch.  I excelled here.  Caught maybe half, got all mine to his glove!   Lastly, batting.  My pitching, well lets just say, leaves a lot to be desired.  I got there.  He had a number of foul tips.  We learned he can move REALLY fast to get out of the way of mom’s wild pitches.  Then we got in a  good rhythm and I nearly had to pay for a new window at my neighbors!  Way to go Buddy!

It was a great morning!  We learned a number of things.  1. Mom is a better football catcher and thrower than baseball catcher and thrower.  2. Repeated squats are a great exercise.  3. Fastballs to the shins hurt….hurt a lot.  But the best thing I learned is…. 4. Spending time with the ones you love is the best way you can spend any minute on this earth.  I hope that my son will always remember that his mom was always there and supportive of him and that even when you’re not that great you can still give something your all and enjoy it.

 

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Parenting Lectures….

I work at a school with behaviorally disordered student. Things happen at my job that don’t happen at other people’s jobs. Here’s more proof that the “kids say the darndest things.”

A student was crying to a teacher about a why he was upset at himself over his repeated mess ups. This was what I overheard….
‘…..If I don’t start doing better and get back into a better school, I won’t get into college; I won’t get a good job; and I’ll be stuck flipping burgers with a pregnant wife!’

BAHAHAHA

I can just imagine the nightly lecture at this poor kids home! Hey parents, the good news is, he’s hearing and remembering every word you say. The bad news is, he’s still not getting it.

Parent lectures are interesting. We all hated them and rolled our eyes when war received them. Then as parents, despite all the ‘i’ll never do/say that with my own kids,’ we do. I know personally, I can just go on and on with a lecture, repeating the same phrases until my kids eyes actually roll out of their heads. No really, they do. I’m convinced that the only benefit of parent lectures is to ingrain them in our children’s heads for there future use with our grandchildren.

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE BRING ME SOME TOWEL?”

This is a common phrase heard in my house.  It constantly annoys me and my frequent response is, “Really?!?!?  Again you don’t check to see if you have enough toilet paper before you began going?”  Now, in all honesty, I’ve done this.  We all have.  And I can see how, in the rush to get things started, one does not look to check if one has all of the proper supplies to finish the job.  So I can kind of forgive that one, but the one that happens daily that makes me want to pull my hair out is…. “CAN SOMEONE PLEASE BRING ME A TOWEL?”  Ummm, seriously?  You knew going in there that the process involved stripping down, drenching yourself with water, soap, water, shampoo, water, conditioner, and water.  Meaning, you are going to get wet.  This is one occasion where the response always wants to be, “Um, you know going in there the process, so I think you are going to have to figure out a solution for this one on your own.”  But, inevitably, I always go get the towel and rescue the child from their wetness.  At least they said please.  What I learned in all of this is the ‘always be prepared’ message has not totally sunk in yet, but fortunately, it appears that the manners have.

Feels just like I’m walking on broken glass…

Because I am.  You know that feeling when you darling child calls you into the bathroom and you go walking in there all “what, did you forget a towel again?” and step on a huge shard of broken glass??? No, you don’t?  Weird.  I must be the luckiest mom on the planet then.  My wonderful son decided that it wasn’t good enough to dunk his head under the water to rinse off his shampoo, nope.  He needed to take the glass toothbrush holder in with him as a rinse cup.  He learned an important lesson:  soapy hands + water = an extremely slippery surface making it difficult to hold on to said glass cup.  I learned some things too…. 1.  Stepping on glass hurts.  2.  Clear glass shards in a full, soapy tub are difficult to find.  3.  Even when you think you have found all of the pieces, the next time you clean out the tub, one with find you and lodge itself in your hand.  

This was not what I signed up for…

So why were we all in such a hurry to grow up?  I mean really.   I’m sure some well intentioned soul told me I would not REALLY get to do whatever I wanted as an adult, and I’m sure I ignored them.  “Whatever!  Adulthood will be awesome.  I’ll get to stay up late and do whatever I want with my time.”  Umm, no.  You’ll go to work all day with smart-ass delinquent children then come home and deal with children’s homework, hormonal preteen children, making dinner, changing laundry and answering questions for your accountant while you chase a dog and have your calls ignored by your overworked husband.  You’ll stare longingly at the book you wish you had time to read while nagging your children to do their reading time and launching into a tirade about how you wish you could have time to read.  You’ll flip through the paper and read movie reviews of movies you wish you could go to on a date night with your husband when the reality is you’ll only have time to pass by him at the coffee pot in the AM and will crash out next time him at midnight.  Yes, adulthood it some awesome.  Is it nap time yet?