When To Push...

...and when to cave.

Sam decided to try baseball this year.  Soccer wasn't for him.  Tennis was blah.  Fencing was boring.  Swimming, we won't go there.  Cub Scouts, eh.

Tom was a baseball kid.  Tom's dad was the coach.  Both my brother's played little league.  And that is what I want for my son.  I want him to enjoy the game.  Any game.  Just not "Guess Who? for ages 4 and up". 

I want him to learn teamwork.  Patience.  Find the will to work hard.  Desire.

He's had 4 practices, plenty of time with Tom in the yard.  He got a new mitt and he seemed to have found his niche.

Tonight, still in my pj's (I changed from pastel prints to black just in case) I dropped Sam off at practice.  It was cold and wet.  He complained.  I could see it in his demeanor as I spied from the parking lot. 

Then coach wanted to talk to me.  Outside of the car.  With un-brushed teeth.

"I just had surgery, can I have my husband call you?"

Coach briefly told me that Sam's attitude and words showed him that he doesn't want to be there.  He doesn't want to play. 

I'm crushed.  Surely the coach has no idea what we are dealing with, yet it shook me up.  Just when we thought we found an activity for him that doesn't revolve around 4 year olds or television, we are faced with a coach that says, "He doesn't want to be here, what do you want me to do?" all while throwing his hands in the air.


The words I fought to keep in my mouth were, "Hey, he has ADHD, can you give him a break?"

I asked Sam why Coach thought he didn't want to play.  He said, "It was cold out."

Cold?  Is that the only reason?  Buck up kid, we'll get your woollies for next week.

This child is quite the adventure in parenting.

I'm pushing this time.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Not sure what to say about the Cubs. So much promise. So much hope. So much disappointment.

I am going to try not to watch tomorrow. I don't think I can bear to see another error.

They couldn't possibly be cursed for real.

I want this success for the team, not for me or for Tom or for Frank, but for the Cubs and for my beloved city.

Go Cubbies! Let's get some runs!

Kulana

It's pedal power! My boys surprised me with this totally cool cruiser for my birthday. It has huge handle bars, white wall tires and a lovely pink and white basket.

I have had a bike for a while that I haven't ridden because the seat slips off it's fittings and slides me off the back and most recently, the chain had a kink in it. So, since O got a bike seat for his birthday, we needed a bike to put it on! After three days of looking for the directions, Tom finally got the seat put together and on. I put O in...but his legs were draped over my seat. The space between his seat and my seat wasn't big enough for a knee to fit through. I pulled the bike seat away from my seat to squeeze that little leg through. Quite a struggle. He cried, then I put on his helmet. More cries. I did manage to get around the block twice, only cries half the time. We raised my seat to alleviate the knee situation, but he wasn't having any of the bike riding. Maybe we should have gotten the trailer...

Either way, I love my Kulana. Even with O in the seat, I feel fast and free. Sam and I went for a ride around the block. Again, felt really good and fresh.

I tried to look up the meaning of Kulana, to no avail.

I have decided Kulana means...

Mommy Freedom.