Sunday, August 21, 2011

My Son Wants to Play Ball

"Mommy, for my birthday, I want a baseball, and a bat, and a mitt."

My eyes sting. What is he going to do a with a baseball? He doesn't have a partner to play with.

A boy learns to play with the constant banter of throw and catch in the backyard. His dad teaches him to swing. His dad teaches him how to wear the mitt on one hand and secure the ball with the other.

His dad teaches him.

This little boy wants to play. And it's not that I don't want to be the one to teach him. It's that I can't. These jacked-up eyes do not assist in catching a ball, hitting with a bat, lighting a candle, cutting a string, or painting my toenails. Any of the above can happen by accident, but not usually without incident.

But my son wants to play ball. Baseball, please.

A fellow parent solved this one for me. "Oh, this is an easy one. Get him a T-ball with a string, so he can hit the ball as hard as he wants and it will always come back. As for catching and throwing, get him a pitching net. He can throw and catch for hours, all on his own."

And so I will. Because I am up for an easy fix for any one of these sneak attacks.

And because my boy wants to play ball.

2 comments:

Erica said...

My heart hurts for you and the boys....especially in moments like these. Hugs.

Cheryl said...

Perhaps you could ask the Lord to put it on the heart of a Godly father (maybe one in your church) to minister to/disciple your boys~? We have no grandparents interested in our children (we are 1st generation Christians), but the Lord has put a wonderful Christian man in our lives who LOVES our children dearly.