BALL SEASON in E'town has officially started. For my husband, it started months ago as he's somehow managed to inherit the league... but for our family as a whole it became a reality tonight at the kid's first practice- Zach and twenty other 3-5 year olds playing tee-ball.
Read that again... twenty-one 3-5 year olds...
Thankfully, in a moment of clarity, Jim decided to divide them into two teams. Seeing them all together tonight was completely overwhelming for me!!! So I can't imagine what Jim must be feeling with his binder full of registrations for tee-ball through high school kids! All I can say is ... Praise the Lord for other involved parents willing to help out as well, summer ball on any scale is a big undertaking. I got a little taste of why he does it though... Tonight, as my sweet hubby walked across the field a little three year old yelled out "Hey Coach!" with a very "that's the man that's in charge and I'm going to get to know him" kind of tone. Cutest thing ever [right Andi?].
It's been cool for me taking the back seat and watch Jim head this up. I'm usually the one with irons in the fire. The one getting home late. Or with meetings. Or running the kids places. But on the ball thing- I'm just the helpmate. And it feels pretty darned good :) I'm trying to be very patient. To ignore the number of meetings he has in a week's time. To be realistic about the fact that he will be at the ball field at least a portion of every night of the week. Because he's pretty good about letting me do my thing.
So if you need to talk to us the next couple of months, and we aren't home... follow the sound of "hey batter! batter! batter!....."
[ps. photo of Jim and Zach taken 6.30.07]
Read that again... twenty-one 3-5 year olds...
Thankfully, in a moment of clarity, Jim decided to divide them into two teams. Seeing them all together tonight was completely overwhelming for me!!! So I can't imagine what Jim must be feeling with his binder full of registrations for tee-ball through high school kids! All I can say is ... Praise the Lord for other involved parents willing to help out as well, summer ball on any scale is a big undertaking. I got a little taste of why he does it though... Tonight, as my sweet hubby walked across the field a little three year old yelled out "Hey Coach!" with a very "that's the man that's in charge and I'm going to get to know him" kind of tone. Cutest thing ever [right Andi?].
It's been cool for me taking the back seat and watch Jim head this up. I'm usually the one with irons in the fire. The one getting home late. Or with meetings. Or running the kids places. But on the ball thing- I'm just the helpmate. And it feels pretty darned good :) I'm trying to be very patient. To ignore the number of meetings he has in a week's time. To be realistic about the fact that he will be at the ball field at least a portion of every night of the week. Because he's pretty good about letting me do my thing.
So if you need to talk to us the next couple of months, and we aren't home... follow the sound of "hey batter! batter! batter!....."
[ps. photo of Jim and Zach taken 6.30.07]
3 comments:
love that photo. presh.
that's right they were adorable. "Oh My Goodness, did you see that home run?"
I can't wait to go to some of the games. Please let me know when they are since no one in my family ever does...
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