I hate to complain about such an all-American tradition but it's a headache. It's hard coordinating schedules for two teams and R.'s coach had them praciticing three times this week. I spent about an hour and a half writing down both their schedules on two different calendars. Still, I ran off to drive W. to ballet yesterday and S. ran off to drive R. to practice and it wasn't in the usual place. Then I had to drive all the way home to find out where it was. I decided I really shouldn't be the keeper of the calendar so I wrote down all the games and where they are held and made four copies for everyone. Phew. But you know they're still going to ask me. I would like this to be the one thing S. is in charge of.
I find baseball hard because I find it hard to watch my kids get up and bat and not connect. They do connect sometimes but not that often and it's hard to watch. But so far we've had very nice coaches. I'm hoping R.'s coach won't be the type to keep him on the bench all season.
Still, baseball is an enforced time out from life and when it gets warmer and we stop having this rainy, cold weather, it will be nice to sit outside and watch a leisurely but really very complicated game. So I'm OK with that. I usually bring work to do or my newspaper and then don't read or get work done because it seems wrong to do it and it takes away from the leisurely aspect of the game.
R. tried his uniform on yesterday and he looked quite the handsome professional. S. and W. took pictures and we were all very excited. The first game is tomorrow and we'll see how it goes.
In a way it's nice for the two boys to be on different teams because W. is a slightly better player than R. and it's nice for him to have his own team but I have a feeling I'm going to be longing for the good old days when I didn't have to worry about getting two different kids to two different fields, plus ballet and piano and all our other stuff. I just have to get into the zen of baseball taking over our lives. Once I realize that that's the case, I can relax and sit out in the open air and watch those baseballs sailing through the air.
