Last night was the fourth baseball game this week, so we’ve been home no earlier than 9:30 and as late as 11:30 on work nights (no school for him!) I am grumpy during the day – tired, overextended. But at the games, the kids are so great, and I love to watch mine so much, that it all seems worth it. The boys are all 14 and 15, still growing into their giant cleats like puppies growing into their feet. They are silly and dedicated; they want to be taken seriously but are not too serious themselves. They are no longer emotional wrecks when something doesn’t go their way, and they are compassionate when things are going so well for them that it has a negative effect on the other team’s morale.
It was a muggy night – not too hot, but very wet. We were lucky to be joined by a dear friend we don’t often see, and Mythankfulboy was lucky to get to pitch for the first time this season (Momma’s least-favorite position because the pressure is so high, but he loves it). We won by a 10-point margin, securing a play-off position, and they called the game after four innings.
We said our goodbyes to our friend, MY, then fast food, then home, arranging by phone a fun outing for B with some gaming friends, most of whom he’d never met, for today while I’m at work. B took a shower and I sat down to 2 1/2 hours of work. He was ready for bed fairly early, so he interrupted my work to do the chalice.
Standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder while I sat at my desk, he asked, “What are you thankful for tonight, Momma?” (This chokes me up, because “momma” these days is mostly reserved for the chalice lighting.) Before I could answer, he continued, “I’m thankful that I got to pitch and that MY was there, and that I made turkey sausage by myself today.” He was referring to the first time he had taken turkey sausage from freezer to meal by himself. I said I was thankful to see and to hug MY, and that I was also grateful that he made a good lunch all by himself. He said he was excited to meet some gaming friends in person tomorrow, and I agreed that it would be fun, and said I was thankful for NF’s mom, who will do all the driving to make it happen. He smiled, looking off in the distance, no doubt imagining what it would be like with these new, old friends. Then he leaned down and laid his shoulder on mine and his head so hard on the top of my head that I was pushed sideways with my spine compressed painfully, but I stuck it out as long as he would stay there, just for the love of it.