Yesterday….
My grandson had his first ever T-ball baseball game.
It seems like not-so-long-ago I was sitting in the bleachers
cheering on my son at his adolescent baseball games. A part of the cadre of parents that become friends
for this season of time, warming the seats while as you get excited at your teenage
son’s athletic forays. Jumping up and
yelling until you are hoarse as the boy runs, then slides, into home base
before the baseball can make it to the catcher’s mitt. Words of encouragement cheered to all the
boys at their turn in the spotlight when the pressure mounts to connect that
bat to the ball.
Yesterday … the baton has been passed to the next
generation.
I am the doting grandma, heart swelling with pride. Still cheering on words of encouragement as I
watch the child-of-my-child go up for his turn at bat. Still jumping up and yelling until I am hoarse
as I watch him run as fast as his little legs can go.
My once yesterdays are now yesteryears. Nobody prepares you for this.
3 comments:
That's such a beautiful post, Mary. Vivid and touching. I felt myself in the bleachers next to you cheering on your grandson and your son just a few years before. Thank you. Maria, Delight Directed Living
Isn't that the truth on how fast the time goes? How sweet to be able to watch your grandson play T ball; I'm sure its so enjoyable!
betty
Maria and Betty -
Thanks for stopping by today. I appreciate your comments.
Mary
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