Thursday, October 13, 2011
~Noah's first year of baseball~
Last Sunday was the last game of fall baseball. We kept calling it Noah's career-ending game. He tried baseball in 2nd grade and really hated it. But this year, he decided to try baseball again. Like a lot of things we try, Noah started out really excited and tried really hard to get better. Then after 7 weeks, the enthusiasm died down, we skipped a practice, and drug ourselves to the final game.
So at the last game (hooray!), Noah decided he was going to try pitching. I was busy chatting with a few gals when Noah came over and told his dad the plan. So you can imagine my shock when I saw what was happening. What?!? My son has never pitched a baseball in his 10 years of life. The kids who do pitch in his league are really good. I told my husband this was not a good idea. I wanted to crawl under my collapsable chair for that inning. I wanted to walk out to the pitching mound and ask him what in the world he was thinking?
But I didn't. I sat there and watched him pitch to 4 players. I watched him through 16 balls in a row. No player was able to hit any of his pitches. He got 4 players on base in a row. I was starting to sweat bullets. Then the coach called time.
He went over and talked to Noah. Noah told him he must not be cut out to be a pitcher and was ready to go back to 3rd base. Where he spent the rest of the game. (which I was very thankful for!)
So Noah was brave enough to try something brand new. It didn't work out. But he was not afraid. He literally stepped up to the plate, and it is a lesson in courage that I hope I will not forget!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
"I'm so glad I love in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill - several thrills?" ~Anne Shirley ~Anne of Green Gables
Last week I was talking to some gals at work and I was lamenting over the fact that my laundry has grown. As the weather gets colder, the shorts turn into jeans, the bare chests start wearing sweatshirts, bare feet must be covered with socks (lots and lots of socks), and very quickly the laundry piles turn into Colorado sized mountains! I realize anybody who lives in a place where there are 4 seasons goes through this. I am not being singled out by the evil laundry empire. But I can choose how I respond to this.
My friend at work turned to me and simply said, "I think there will always be something to complain about".
My response.....silence. Yes, for once I had nothing to say. No smart comeback, no witty reply. Because she spoke the truth. Yes! There will always be something to complain about. And mountains of laundry in the big scheme of things really isn't that big of a deal. So for today I am going to embrace my laundry. Be thankful for my working washing machine and dryer and for fall and the extra laundry it brings my way.