Back to ball and work

I have a love/hate relationship with ball season. I love cheering for my kids. I love watching them enjoy something they both love to do. I love to see Tbone make a play and shake off a mistake. I love to see him proud of himself or display good sportsmanship to another team. He plays with his whole heart. But that is him, he loves big. He was the one who went into his closet and called me late at night while I was in the hospital. I hate what some parents turn ball into and the chaos they bring to the sport. I have seriously seen parents lose their religion over a tball game. Am I competitive? Absolutely. You can hear me before you ever see me at the ballpark. Do I want my kids to experience winning and losing? Absolutely. Is it torture for me to watch a close ballgame? Absolutely. I just don't want my kids to ever think their performance on the field has any weight on eternity or my love for them. I love that both my kids are currently outside pitching to each other and playing ball in our huge yard because that is what they love to do all year long.

By the way, this shortstop softball player had a mouthful of sunflower seeds during her game the other night. She was spitting them out like a major league player spits his chew. Never once missing a ball hit to her during her midgame snack. And the infamous slide made it's comeback during her last game. Getting to watch all these games is challenging at best. I am thankful for our people who help us with transportation and cheering sections.

And one last plea to my Roach Readers, I go back to work tomorrow. It will be like middle school all over again. My daddy will take me to work and my mother will pick me up. I am car rider #53. Pray for minimal pain during the work day and strength for the long days ahead. Much love.