Today was the last day for T-ball, this season. I’ve always wondered why it’s called T-ball. The instrument used doesn’t look like a T; It looks like a capital “I”. Why don’t they call it I-ball? Anyway, I digress.
I’m pleased that K and I are able to do this together, and that he enjoys it. I remember doing the T-ball thing with my dad. I hated it. I really did. I went along because…well, do we ever give our children a choice in these matters? In addition, I sensed how important it was to my dad that I play, and that I play well. When I didn’t, and attending my games proved too embarrassing, he lost interest. So, he attended Bs games instead, because he was really good at everything athletic. Guess I shouldn’t complain; I’m guilty of wanting K to do well on the field, too. I get embarrassed when he’s picking dandelions, instead of watching the batter. I flinch when he swings, hitting the “T” instead of the ball — 4 times in a row. *gritting my teeth * We’re all guilty of this — aren’t we? Anyway, I digress again.
Today, we ended the season with a picnic in the park, trophies were handed out, good-byes were said. It was a great group of parents.
Next week we start basketball, and swimming, in addition to science, art, and gymnastic camps. Actually, I think K and I both need a break. But, well, anyway.