It was a “daddy weekend”, but, thanks to baseball, I saw a good bit of Mythankfulboy. Saturday his team had the great opportunity to play (and win!) at a minor league baseball stadium on a stunning blue-sky kinda day. Turns out it may have been more exciting for the parents than the kids because B said, from the players’ perspective, it was just like playing at any nice field, while the parents were sitting in the stands, getting ballpark hotdogs, and listening to the announcer saying our kids’ names. Either way, I’m glad he had the opportunity. The next day was a rainy cold home game and a loss. He seemed glad to head back to our house after the second game to do some studying, with today being the first day of finals week.
At the chalice lighting, he asked an interesting question. We were talking about acne (a teenager’s nemesis), and he said he’d had clear skin for a few weeks and now not so much. I said those changes can happen because of stress, a change in what you’re eating, sweat, touching your face too much, etc. He said, “I don’t think I’m stressed. Can you be stressed without knowing it?” He said he felt prepared for his finals, even a little “pumped”, but that maybe that was its own kind of stress. I said, excitement is its own brand of stress, especially when paired with the unknown, and that you can feel stress in your body without your mind really registering it. He said, “Hmmm”.
He asked for what I was thankful, and I said I was thankful for having the time and materials and tools I needed to change the chain on a pendant that I bought that I loved, but the chain had been too small. I said it was rare that all the stars aligned that way. He said he was glad. He said he was thankful for playing well over the weekend, and for feeling ready to head into finals week.
I have to add, because I have such a strong picture of him in my head, that we did our “chalice lighting” (sans chalice) with me seated on the couch and him in the red chair, both with our feet up. On this cool summer day, I was snuggled under a blanket, and he was wearing sweats and a hoodie with the hood up, with barefeet on the ottoman next to his ever-present baseball glove. How I love Mythankfulboy.