Baseball movies

This afternoon, N and I were discussing our favorite baseball movies.  This is not a new discussion, and I've introduced him to a few he's never seen before.  Sure, he loves "The Sandlot" and "Rookie of the Year," but what about the classics?

A few months ago, we had a movie night and watched "Field of Dreams."  He STILL asks me questions about it.  He was determined not to like it, but after it was over, he said, "Mom...you were right.  This was a pretty good movie."

Success.

Another favorite?  "The Rookie" with Dennis Quaid.  Since it's based on a true story, and set in Texas, I already knew he was going to love it.  It's one of my favorites, for sure.  I loved watching him watch it, but I loved hearing, "Mom, this just goes to show you that you should never give up on your dream, doesn't it?" when the movie was over. 

Tonight, I had him watch "A League of Their Own."  He was adamant about not watching it, but I told him he should give it a try.  He laughed out loud in all the right places, although we didn't finish it because it got late, and he copped an attitude, but he didn't understand why it was such a great movie.  I explained that it was one of the ways our country coped with war...by trying to keep America's past time going with a women's league.  He had a total "Aha!" moment when he finally heard, "There's no crying in baseball!"  I use that one on both boys all the time.  N adapted it to say, "There's no crying in baseball...unless you get hit on the chin by a wild grounder."

Fair enough.

We didn't do much this afternoon.  The weather is changing, and the wind's been blowing like nobody's business.  It's made my head feel like a balloon and my allergies are out of control.  I know...somebody call a whambulance.  Whatever.  It's a pain.  I pretty much can't wait for the rain IF it comes tomorrow.  It would be welcomed.  N and I have already discussed chili and a movie night for tomorrow night, weather permitting. 

As for my melancholy mood yesterday, it's still hanging around...but it's a little better.  If I don't think about the things that are hurting or difficult, they don't exist.  Right?  Wrong.  It doesn't really work that way.  One of the things I need to do, a way I can feel productive, is to find a job that will fit into my life schedule with my boys.  I need something Monday through Thursday, from 8 or 9 in the morning until 2 in the afternoon, so I have time to get home before the boys get home from school.  With baseball practice or games pretty much every single day, I have to have evenings and weekends available to be a taxi.

And I realize that's entirely unrealistic, but I'm optimistic that God has a plan for me.  I just have to give in and let Him control the situation.

And, even though it shouldn't be, it's really hard to do that sometimes.

Aubs