D.J. isn't exactly the most dedicated athlete on his T-ball team. Or maybe he is, come to think of it. I don't see any of them taking the game very seriously. But D.J. did catch a ball in his glove tonight while playing shortstop (which he calls "sweet spot," as in "Can I play sweet spot again this inning?"). It had to be hit directly at him and he had to have his glove at just the right angle, but it stayed in.
We were all so proud, until a few minutes later when we saw him lying flat on his back on the grass between batters. And then in the next inning he tackled two other kids going for the ball. And— well, okay, that's enough. We're still proud, but for a different reason.
Is it wrong to make fun of our children? Not at all, especially if you have one who's in training to be class clown. He's going to be a big hit in kindergarten next fall.
As Tammy was sitting on the sidelines watching the game, I couldn't believe how many people — other mothers, even — asked her, "Are you still pregnant?" Not only is she still pregnant, she's still taking charge and doing her part to make the game go smoothly, whether it's keeping the kids in line or collecting money or straightening out the gear.
Sitting and watching just isn't in her nature, not when she sees that something needs to be done. Maybe that's why the last couple of weeks have been so hard on her. She sees the end of the tunnel, but she doesn't have control of the light switch. Or something like that.