Tuesday, May 13, 2008


There are times that having an 11 year old and a 5 year old attempt to figure out what to do with each other is frustrating, to say the least. But there are times that they just inspire me with awe.

Today, I didn't have the heart to bring them inside to do school work. They were playing tee ball together and having a blast. They did nine innings, and Maggie won...with a score of 25 to 21. For the seventh inning stretch they had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches outside. They were happy.

Maggie is at that age where she is kind of apprehensive about the baseball. Those things hurt if they hit, so she sometimes closes her eyes. Jeff often reminds her "If you close your eyes, the ball doesn't disappear. The only way you can keep it from hitting you is to catch it."

Tonight she told Jeff that her brother has a different way of saying that to her. Chris told her "Imagine that the ball is a big happy dog, and that its favorite thing in the whole world is to run into your glove."

When Jeff told me this, I instantly had a flashback of how Chris would talk to my tummy all the time when I was pregnant with Maggie (it was some of our favorite cuddle times) and every day he would tell her about how he couldn't wait for her to be born so he could teach her about all sorts of things, including what a ball was.

There really are no words.

1 comment:

Thursday's Child said...

Awww, how sweet! I love watching the Boss help the Little Prince with his poomse (a form for taekwondo).