I have a lot of words in my head. I realize this isn't news; I always have a lot of words in my head, but these words are also "feels" and totally jumbled and confusing and I'm not even sure where they came from. Part of me blames my eldest child, but they started way before my precious treasure made a comment that halted me in my tracks and ultimately made me totally reconsider life.
That is slightly over-dramatic, but only slightly. Let's just say he made a comment the other day, and the comment was about a person that I thought might have been behaving a little differently, but not in a bad way...just different, and maybe more interesting. I thought it, but I never said anything about it...so I feel like this comment he made was totally unprovoked. Anyway, he made this comment, and it totally confirmed the thoughts I had recently found bouncing around in my head, but when I seemed to react to it positively, he quickly said he was just joking. Well, actually he said it was "just a prank," but I'm not really sure he understands what pranks are because none of the things he calls "pranks" are remotely close to pranks.
Today, said comment came up again, but I brought it up in conjunction with another conversation (with another person) on the way to his dad's house, and it backfired. The child turned it around on me and said I was the one behaving differently...that I had a "cruuuuuuuuuuush." And, y'all? I couldn't even deny it with a straight face. Because maybe I do, and if I do, maybe it's about damn time.
Or maybe I don't and I'm suffering from heat stroke. It's about 50/50 at this point. But, I probably have a bit of a crush...let's just be honest here. After all, it's almost my birthday and it's a good time to just keep it real.
See, N's team just competed in the World Series. It kicked off last week with a walk around the warning track at the Twins/Rangers game, and ended after some excellent baseball playing (6 games in 3 days) last night. I could gush about the greatness of this team and its coaching staff and the families/supporters FOR DAYS, but it wouldn't do them justice. I'll sum it all up by saying the coaches gave an excellent speech last night, and my stubborn, stoic boy cried the whole way home. These coaches mean that much to him. I think he finally realized that these men care about him because they want to, not because they have to...and as high school tryouts loom on the horizon, my boy is realizing that he has a lot more people in his corner than he thought he did. He even told me how much he loved and appreciated me, even though he didn't always show it, on the way home.
Well. Color me surprised!
Anyway, it was a rough way to end a World Series tournament, especially since the boys had come together to win a tournament over Father's Day weekend. They played hard, and were the only team in the tournament to win both of their pool games. In fact, these guys were on an 11 game winning streak, the longest streak they've ever had, and they were all showing up to play. Every single player contributed in a way that was outstanding and a serious asset to the team. There were saves, there were huge rbi's, there was awesome base stealing, and a whole lot of teamwork. I couldn't be prouder of them if I tried.
Meanwhile, B set sail on his first cruise with his dad and stepmom this week. He has been so excited for this trip ever since it had to be rescheduled because he got sick in February and was unable to travel over Spring Break. I am so glad it was able to happen for him, and I can't wait to hear about his adventures when he gets back! He, too, got to walk the warning track at the Rangers game. He's tall enough to fit in with the team, and since one of the players was out of town, he just jumped right in and was able to experience the whole thing as one of the guys. I'm pretty sure, based on his smiles, that the experience was priceless! I think the best part was that N really wanted him to be there, and all of the other boys were happy to have him, too. In fact, they were bummed when he left early so he didn't have to get up early the next morning for our games. It's been such a long time since my boys genuinely got along. I could get used to this.
I also won't hold my breath.
Aubs
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