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Growing Pains

May 14, 2011
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So we signed my son up for T-ball.  He is so excited.  Today I bought him a mitt and a ball.  When my husband got home, he and our son started discussing baseball, mitts and the like.  I suddenly felt very left out.

I’ve never played softball.  Both my parents worked and so couldn’t get me to practices or games…and they said didn’t have the extra money to pay for the teams and equipment and such.  Looking back, I’m sure that was probably just an excuse they gave me.  But the point is, I didn’t do any of that.  I don’t have any experiences involving baseball/softball.  To top it off, with my shoulder issues, I can’t throw and never learned to catch.  So this is totally out of my element and so completely IN Hubby’s.  I’m actually feeling left out.  They both were chitter-chattering away and I felt like I shouldn’t even be in the room because I had not a single thing worth adding.

My son is getting a life beyond me.  Yes, it has to happen but I’m feeling a bit surprised that it is happening at 4 years old.  I wasn’t bothered when he started pre-school but this is giving me fits.  I have a fear of becoming part of the background, of fading into non-existence and non-importance beyond taxi-cab in his life.  I honestly have no clue how to deal with this and, I think, neither does Hubby as he didn’t say a word when I mentioned feeling left out.

If our son takes to this as I think he will (as he has had an enthusiasm for balls since he discovered them), it is probably a good thing that they got me a Nook for Mother’s Day as I may be needing it for all those time I’ll spend waiting.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Medwolf permalink
    May 15, 2011 5:32 AM

    I’ll tell you a story: A young boy begins to learn how to play sports from his daddy. He learns football, basketball, baseball, and even wrestling. His daddy is always teaching him something else about sports. He gets a scholarship in football, gets drafted into the NFL, and his team makes it to the Superbowl. Mom and Dad are in the stands. He runs in the winning touchdown with just a few seconds to spare on the clock. All of the other players lift him up, and the camera zooms in on his face. When he sees the camera, guess what he says?… “Hi MOM!!!”

    You’ll always be a part of his life, and you will be there every step of the way. He will be the one to come get YOU when he wants to share an accomplishment: “c’mon Mom, watch this!”


    • May 15, 2011 8:55 AM

      I’m sure you are right but it is the feeling of being on the outside looking in that I hate. Not a pleasurable feeling and one I know only too well. I’ll adjust. This just caught me by surprise.


  2. May 23, 2011 8:54 AM

    Hey, girls play T-ball too. (I did at that age, rather poorly, I might add)

    You know, my 14 year old stepdaughter is into anime and manga and all sorts of Japanese stuff which I’m not into but you learn about topics that are important to your kids. I’m sure after sitting in the stands awhile you’ll learn the t-ball lingo and not feel so left out.

    Having to do the same with the 24 year old stepson who is into cars in a major way. I know nothing about engines but am slowly learning the lingo there too. Fortunately, I already was into D&D so I’m not completely lost when that topic comes up 🙂

    Yeah, the devout Lutheran plays D&D (and actually World of Darkness too). My GM is actually a pastor…

    How about that rapture 😉


    • May 23, 2011 9:05 AM

      You are one up on me…I’ve never played D&D though Hubby did in high school. That is rather funny that your paster is the GM. I remember when D&D was touted as satanic.

      And that rapture was rather…unremarkable. 🙂


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