There IS crying in baseball.
Jackson had his first game yesterday. It was raining pretty hard when we got to the field, so we weren't sure if the game was even going to happen. J figured out where we were and started yelling, "Run the bases!" I thought all was going to be hunky dory. Buzzzz, wrong answer, thanks for playing.
The Brewers were out in the field first. J was paired with his buddy Max, a high schooler, who was talked into coming by his older brother. Bless his heart. Poor Max chased J all over the outfield and tried engaging him as much as he could. Then J decided to just walk off the field. He saw me and started to cry. So, Daddy went out onto the field with Max and J. It went pretty well after that (with a lot of chasing done by all). Even though J wanted nothing to do with any balls that came his way.
Then the Brewers were up to bat. J didn't want to wear the batting helmet. Fine. So, Monkey George, Max and Daddy helped J bat and then he finally got to run the bases and score! Hooray!
Then, ugh, back to fielding again. He cried and didn't want anything to do with going back out there. So, this time I went out with him. I tried telling him that Corey Hart's mommy doesn't hold him in the outfield. Yeah, no dice. He screamed, he cried, "I want to get in Daddy's car!" Poor Max just stood there with his hands in his pockets. He did try many times to engage J and I do give him major props for trying.
To be fair, J wasn't the only one having a tough time. One child kept yelling, "GET OFF ME!" at his buddy. Another got just past first base, sat down and refused to get up. Another wandered the field when his team was up to bat with his buddy trailing behind.
But, some of the kids were so darned excited to play! Whether they were in walkers or wheelchairs, they were out there doing it! Some batted off a tee, some were pitched to, and some like J, just skipped batting all together and just ran the bases with Monkey George, Max and Daddy all running behind.
What was so wonderful was the support the kids got when they were up to bat! The director announced each child's name when they came up to bat and the crowd cheered, "Go Jackson, way to go!" J and all the other kiddos got many, many hi-fives, pats on the back and words of encouragement.
So, I think the first game went pretty well, all things considered. I'm hoping this will just be a learning curve for J and once he knows what to expect, he'll be OK. I know I can't wait to do it again, the jury is still out on J, even though he woke up this morning asking to run the bases.
Object du Jour: MG and the pink harmonica. (Sound like a pop group!)
Jackson had his first game yesterday. It was raining pretty hard when we got to the field, so we weren't sure if the game was even going to happen. J figured out where we were and started yelling, "Run the bases!" I thought all was going to be hunky dory. Buzzzz, wrong answer, thanks for playing.
The Brewers were out in the field first. J was paired with his buddy Max, a high schooler, who was talked into coming by his older brother. Bless his heart. Poor Max chased J all over the outfield and tried engaging him as much as he could. Then J decided to just walk off the field. He saw me and started to cry. So, Daddy went out onto the field with Max and J. It went pretty well after that (with a lot of chasing done by all). Even though J wanted nothing to do with any balls that came his way.
Then the Brewers were up to bat. J didn't want to wear the batting helmet. Fine. So, Monkey George, Max and Daddy helped J bat and then he finally got to run the bases and score! Hooray!
Then, ugh, back to fielding again. He cried and didn't want anything to do with going back out there. So, this time I went out with him. I tried telling him that Corey Hart's mommy doesn't hold him in the outfield. Yeah, no dice. He screamed, he cried, "I want to get in Daddy's car!" Poor Max just stood there with his hands in his pockets. He did try many times to engage J and I do give him major props for trying.
To be fair, J wasn't the only one having a tough time. One child kept yelling, "GET OFF ME!" at his buddy. Another got just past first base, sat down and refused to get up. Another wandered the field when his team was up to bat with his buddy trailing behind.
But, some of the kids were so darned excited to play! Whether they were in walkers or wheelchairs, they were out there doing it! Some batted off a tee, some were pitched to, and some like J, just skipped batting all together and just ran the bases with Monkey George, Max and Daddy all running behind.
What was so wonderful was the support the kids got when they were up to bat! The director announced each child's name when they came up to bat and the crowd cheered, "Go Jackson, way to go!" J and all the other kiddos got many, many hi-fives, pats on the back and words of encouragement.
So, I think the first game went pretty well, all things considered. I'm hoping this will just be a learning curve for J and once he knows what to expect, he'll be OK. I know I can't wait to do it again, the jury is still out on J, even though he woke up this morning asking to run the bases.
Object du Jour: MG and the pink harmonica. (Sound like a pop group!)
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