The lovely evening these two very special to me people enjoyed together last Friday.
T. Bone is on his way to spend the day at our capital. The field trip is the culmination of his unit on state government.
Sitting there subject to all this flattery and flapdoodle, I recognize that my son is an amazing ball player and an all around great kid, but that's just it...he is a kid. Hello! These parents are putting a whole lot of pressure on a 10 year old boy and he puts plenty enough pressure on himself. I'm not going to lie: tonight he made it look easy to strike out the other team 1,2,3. Ok, and he also had a couple solid hits and he knows where to be when, but that's beside the point. He's calm, cool and collected because a. he's winning b. he knows what to do and c. he's confidant that he can do it because he's done it again and again and again. Don't dare say I never spilled any secrets of success here for you.
I'm always sitting in the stands beaming with pride with white knuckles and one eye closed. It's the story of my life. It's part of being a Mom and #1 cheerleader. And on that note, I suppose I should get some more sleep so I am ready and able to play front row fan again tomorrow. Truthfully, there's no place I'd rather be...not even my couch.