I fully intended to watch Connor play baseball this afternoon, but Mother Nature had different ideas. On the way to the field it began to sprinkle. I looked at him and said “it is just a passing shower, coach said that the rain and thunderstorms won’t be here till 6:30. We pulled into the parking lot, he got out, grabbed his gear and walked in the sprinkles towards the field.
I stayed in the car to call
A T & T because his phone had decided to bite the dust today. While on the phone with the Customer Service Rep the rain became steadily harder and then the thunder started.
In years of Rec League Ball I have suffered through “swamp ass”. Where the rain runs off the edges of your umbrella, down your back into your underwear. There it forms a puddle, ie “swamp ass”. All while keeping score and trying to keep the book dry, because keeping score on a wet book is pretty fruitless. I don’t have to do that now that he plays High School Ball. I am content to stay warm and dry in my car. Until either the rain stops, the game is over, or they call it because it isn’t safe for them to play.
It is the time of year, the time where my family’s life seems to endlessly revolve around diamonds. Not the kind that sparkle, the kind that make teenage boys knees dirty, make their hearts pound and and make them run for home. The baseball diamonds.
Connor is playing for Franklin County Tech, mostly 2nd base, but some Left Field and Short Stop too. I have watched him play this game, the game that he loves since 2nd grade. Starting as a First Baseman, then as a Pitcher (that is a position that is both terrifying and exciting.) He has grown up both physically and emotionally, turning into a young man and quite a mature one at that.
To watch him put on his uniform, lace up his cleats, don his hat and step onto the field is something that makes me proud every time. He knows how to both win and lose with grace, how to know that baseball is the greatest sport of his life, but it isn’t the end all and be all of his life. It has made him a well rounded young man and turned him into the man that he is today. A young man that I am very proud of, not just on the diamond but off as well.
I have had the following motto for as long as I can remember “Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History”. It is a quote or motto that sums up standing up for what you believe in. Not being a wallflower or too afraid to have an opinion and voice it. The quote is attributed to Laurel Thatcher Ulrich a Puliltzer Prize Winning author, but if you Google the quote it is also attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt, Anne Boleyn , Marilyn Monroe and Anonymous. It is pretty scary how the Internet can take off with something, and distort the tru meaning and origin of a quote. When Mark and I were in Arizona 2 years ago I found a bracelet with this quote engraved on it, I can look at it every day and it reminds me to stand up for my beliefs and my ideals. That if I can defend my actions and they are not violent than I should support them.
My dad’s favorite quote is “Getting old is not for sissies”, and now that I am approaching 50, I wholeheartedly agree. Aging is something that I totally prefer to the alternative, but there are times that it sucks.
My newest favorite quote isn’t near as nice as the previous 2. It is best shown by its initials FFS, when spelled out meaning For Fucks Sake. My version of WTF? I have also found as I have aged my patience has diminished, so FFS has become my mantra, sometimes spoken, or just quietly running through my head. So if you see me roll my eyes, you can bet that I am thinking honestly FFS people???