Maybe it's being a total klutz myself. Maybe it's the fact that I run like a chicken (yes, indeed, go ahead and picture it). Maybe it's growing up an asthmatic. Or maybe it's just part of my perspective, but I am not a big sports girl.
Sure, you can take me out to the occassional ball game and buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks (and beer). But occassional is just fine.
So I also have to admit this spring has been a bit of a challenge for me. We have sports three nights a week (and Cub Scouts on the fourth) keeping us out at parks until 8:30 each night. I race out of work, pick up the kids, have them change in the back seat and race to the park. And then stand there baffled why I am the only parent still in work clothes.
As Brian defeatedly said to me the first week, "So this is our life now, huh?"
And this is just rec league sports. No traveling. No hyper competitive leagues. Sigh.
But last night was a little different.
Because last night, Noah hit the first home run of his life.
And as he ran the bases the crowd cheered and he pumped his little fist.
I was standing behind the fence at home plate as he ran from third on home. Perhaps the best part of all of it was him seeing me standing there and smiling the biggest smile I have seen in ages. He ran on to home, his team cheered and he ran over and gave me a fist bump and a hug.
At the end of the night, his coach awarded him with the game ball which Noah promptly grabbed a sharpie and wrote his name on.
So yes, this is our life now. And it won't always be this sweet and certainly rarely this exciting and I still have to stand there in the grass and sand in my work dresses, but that was a good one.
That said, I am still thinking Little League might be more fun if the kids got CapriSuns and the adults got beer.
