Today was an absolutely stunning day outside, and we went to the mall. Well, first I took a walk and he hit some balls in the batting cage and I sat on the porch and worked a bit, but then we did go into the climate controlled craziness of a mall. Mythankfulboy is as hot-natured as I am, and he is growin’ like a weed, so he needed shorts. And a few tank tops. It was fine. We don’t live especially close to a mall, so there was a drive involved. We listened to Prince and he commented that players in his current favorite Xbox game, Destiny, had all made their body armour purple in tribute. Cool.
Watching as B carefully made choices about clothes to avoid asking for too much, I remembered something that he said recently that I wanted to be sure to get down in this diary about gratitude. Another mom and I were talking in front of him about how the teen years are often filled with reactions of the eye-rolling and generally put-out sort. He said he didn’t think he really did that, and I agreed, rubbing his head affectionately. I’m forgetting exactly what he said next that was so perfectly happy, but he said something to the effect of, “I don’t really have anything to be upset about!” Warms a momma’s heart.
In baseball news, B’s school ball team won their second game, this time only by one run – a much more satisfying win. He had an awesome hit to right field that the outfielder watched sail right over his head. B did make a big mistake at a different time when he was on first, though, which was kinda funny, because it was classic B. The coach had told him to get himself into a “pickle” between 1st and 2nd bases (where you try to steal and get stuck between bases with the ball being thrown back and forth over you until someone can tag you) so that his teammate on 3rd could steal home without anyone noticing. B headed into the steal and then forgot to turn and run back (to extend his time in the pickle), and, instead, barrelled into the second baseman. Honestly, I can’t remember now if the guy on third made it home or not, and, at the time it just looked like B got a late start from first if he was trying to steal, which caused a grandparent of another player (sitting right next to me in the stands) to comment angrily that B needed to learn how to steal a base if he was going to try at all. I thought the whole thing seemed odd, but I didn’t know what had actually happened until B explained it to me in the car on the way home. Oh well. When he told me about it, he was over it, laughing a bit.
Tonight, B took a break from Destiny to do the chalice-lighting so that I could go on to bed while he stayed up. I was thankful for beautiful weather. He was thankful for “a good weekend”. I reminded him it was only Saturday. He said, “Oh yeah – it seemed like we got the whole weekend in just today!”