Archive for April, 2012
A fellow MOB, Elizabeth S., had a link on her Facebook page recently to a column a writer and mother of boys wrote to her imaginary future daughter-in-law. This writer’s sons are all pretty young, I think. But she is thinking ahead as I’ve done in some of my writings, and yes — we do think about and worry about that old saying about when your daugher gets married, you gain a son BUT when your son gets married, you lose a son. And “A daughter’s a daughter all of her life, but a son is a son until he takes a wife.” Gag me with a spoon. As my two oldest sons (college and soon-to-be college) get older and move on with their lives, I do indeed find myself thinking about these sayings a lot.
So I LOVE this. Please know that it’s all in fun.
Baseball season got started in March, and my high school son started his senior year on his high school team. Wow. So hard to believe that he will be graduating in a few months. So hard to believe that this is his last season playing baseball. From all that first game of t-ball when he hit the ball hard and ran around the bases the wrong way (going to third, to second, to first) — to those homeruns in AAU ball — to now. It’s been fun and hectic (not sure if they counted that t-ball hit as a Triple or not but they probably did since they didn’t keep score anyway).
Now my youngest son is 11 and just made the more competitive league of our town’s rec department. He is at that age where he is losing his little boy look, and I know I will miss it. Also, as I watch him begin his own baseball ‘career’, I find myself thinking back to when my middle son started playing, and it’s a strange, empty feeling. Don’t really know why.
My youngest has never worn an athletic cup before, but since he wants to play catcher sometimes, he has to wear one. But he has always hated them, has always been so uncomfortable in them. So I went on-line and found what is deemed as the most comfortable athletic cup ever made: the Nutty Buddy. No, I didn’t make that up. It is shall we say, anatomically correct with more room for certain body parts than other athletic cups. We should get it in the mail anyday now. So we shall see.
My middle son’s entire baseball team shaved their heads for a fundraising event for St. Baldrick’s, which raises money to fight childhood cancer. It’s called BaseBald, and is a really neat idea. When I asked my son if he really intended to shave his head, he looked at me like that was a crazy question and replied, “Mom, it’s to fight cancer.” Good answer, son. Good answer. Now if he will just make sure he wears a cap or puts sunscreen on when he is at the beach this week on spring break.
And my oldest son is now a junior in college. For my feelings about that — well, Lisa Belkin of The Huffington Post expressed a lot of what I feel when she wrote this recent blog about her own son’s 21st birthday. Lovely! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-belkin/raising-adult-children_b_1355283.html