T-Ball Moments

 FireFamily Talks Sports, Parenting, Photography  6 Responses »
May 122011
 

T-ball is going well.

Tball Brothers

Since it’s t-ball and absolutely everyone who swings a bat gets to run the bases and cross home plate, the “going well” is less about winning and more about awesome brother moments. LittleBrother continues to warm up to the idea of playing on a team, listening to a coach and paying attention to the task at hand. BigBrother is all about sports, all the time, so he’s stoked in general.

But the moment above is just one of the many moments that warm my heart. BigBrother was helping LittleBrother crouch down for his turn to field the ball. And I caught LittleBrother looking up at him like he was awesome. Later, as LittleBrother’s attention span started to float away with dandelion puffs at the end of an inning, BigBrother picked up his glove and helped him off the field. I was about to prompt him to do it, mouth hanging open as I sat in my chair about to yell to them on the field; he did it without being asked.

Heart-warming moments aside, there are also total moments of hilarious win like this attempt at a high five after LittleBrother batted in his first t-ball game ever.

Fail Win

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Oh man. Have you ever seen such a complete fail be such a complete win? For me, at least. I laughed out loud. When I was clicking through pictures to select ones to share in this post, the stop-motion-action of those three photos is hilarious. Okay, enough making fun of my kids.

But, really, t-ball has been great so far this season. I was hoping the game would be canceled this evening as I’m not feeling well and FireDad is working, but the forecast changed and it looks like we have a storm-free evening. I’ll just pull myself up by the bootstraps and hope for another gem of a moment like the one above.

Which moment above? You decide.

I Wish This For You Always

 FireFamily Talks Sports, Parenting  6 Responses »
Apr 212011
 

It’s not easy being the younger brother. I know. I mean, I don’t know-know.

I was the older sister… the much older sister. By the time my younger brother was doing stuff, I was sooooo over it. I had been there, done that. He followed me everywhere and I thought he was annoying. In fact, he’s still kinda annoying, but that’s another story.

I’ve watched you watch your brother for three years now. At first, you thought the sun rose and set on his head. You would stare and smile and coo and nom on his face. You rolled early to get to him. You talked early to talk with him. You walked and ran early to keep up with him. And you haven’t stopped trying ever since.

You’ve sat on the sidelines for two years of t-ball games, watching your brother hit the ball, run the bases, throw the ball and laugh with his teammates. You’ve run out onto the field, desperately wanting to play. You’ve stood on the sidelines with your glove on your hand. And on your head. I’ve watched you be patient about it. I’ve watched you be impatient about it, throwing spectacular tantrums to voice your displeasure at riding the bench of brotherhood.

That changed today.

Your first t-ball practice was uneventful, really. You guys didn’t even get to bat. Your coach recognized the young team and thought it would benefit everyone if we spent an hour working on throwing the ball. We’ve been working on that with you, of course, learning that — once again — you are like your Daddy: You throw right-handed and you bat left-handed. That’s pretty cool.

You kept up today, with minor encouragement from me. You stood next to your brother on the line and threw to your coach. You came to me a few times, but you always went back. Even when the ball freaked you out a little bit.

Oh, HA!

And then you got to run the bases. For the first time ever. We practiced the song. You knew where to go. And you went.

Running bases

The joy on your face was something I want to remember forever. I wish I could approach new things in life with the same joy that you were exuding as you ran from first to second base. It was a pure joy. You didn’t care what other people thought of your open-mouthed grin as you ran your little legs. You didn’t care. And man, that was fantastic.

I wish that for you always. Whether you’re doing something just to keep up with your brother or doing something new just because you want to do it. I hope you run at it with your mouth hanging open and your laughter floating on the spring breeze. I hope you embrace it fully, even when you’re scared it’s going to hit you in the face. I hope you know that you have our support as much as your older brother does and that we’ll love you even when you throw yourself on the ground at the end of that something new because you simply don’t want to leave, for it to be over.

I wish this for you always. I wish this joy for your life.

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