Que Pasa?

A new milestone for my son, and especially for me. Today, I signed my son up to play T-ball. Living with two females, I often think that I need to expose my son to male activities. So, I was very thankful, when my step-son’s girlfriend suggested that my son join their sons’ team for a season of T-ball.  Not only was it something that I had been wanting to pursue for my son, it would also be a great opportunity for us to have more family time with his brother and nephews. So, off we went, in 46 degree weather.

When we got there, the rest of the family had not arrived, so my son was not thrilled of going in by himself. As time seemed to pass, the coach said, “Okay, Vincent, it looks like they’re not here, yet, so we have to go out in the field, now.” I quickly turned away and slowly walked off as my son was led away.  Although, I was feeling his anxiety of doing something for the first time, I knew I should not look at him and see the fear or uncertainty in his eyes, so I non-chalantly turned around and let the coach take over.  All the while thinking, “That is my baby boy.”

Being today was the first day of practice, I felt like the first time I watched my daughter perform at her first dance recital. I was so thrilled that I felt my heart was just going to burst out of my chest. Although, with my daughter, I got all teary-eyed during her performance, watching my son out there in the little field was emotional, I could only imagine how a mom feels when her son is playing in the world series or superbowl.  Yes, laugh, but I could only imagine what they were feeling seeing their sons out on the playing field!

It looks like my son did good for his first lesson and that the session went well.  I was a proud momma bear! As a special treat, his brother invited him over to play with the boys. He was thrilled.  When I picked him up, later, he grumbled all the way home that he hadn’t wanted to leave, yet. 

Hmmm…..reminds me of his momma (me) when I called my cousin, many years ago, because I had been drinking at the dance club and didn’t want to drive home.  I asked her to come get me, “BUT NOT YET!” as I spoke through the loud music. Then, suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder and she’s telling me, “Let’s go.”  “What??? I didn’t want to leave, yet?? Waaaaa!”