My Boys are Growing Up Part 2

Last night Ty had a baseball game. He had come to see me on the bench a few times with his usual "I don't feel good. I want to go home". I kept sending him back to the bench. In the 4th inning he was playing right field when a kid hits a pop fly right toward him. Now, rarely do kids at this level hit pop flies. Even more rarely do they hit pop flies that end up making it to the outfield. Ty, and most of his teammates, realize outfield is a place you can usually just chill. Once in a while you will get some action but not often.

The ball is coming right for him. Everyone realizes he is paying absolutely no attention to the game and a few coaches start yelling his name. This does not have the desired effect of Tyson looking for the ball and making an incredible catch. Nope. Just the opposite, he starts looking around at who is calling his name.

Against all odds, the ball comes down and hits him on the head!

The coaches were all right there to take care of him but I also ran over to be sure he was ok. They took him to the dug out and one of the coaches says "you don't need your mom, do you?" Not realizing I was right behind him. Surprisingly, Ty was ok with this and said he was ok. I was not needed. It is so bitter sweet to see your children grow up. I love that they have their own life, friends and interests but I am sad that they don't need me to comfort and take care of them so much anymore.

My Boys are Growing Up

Trist's latest joy is riding his scooter at the skate park. Last week he skated the whole time I was watching Ty's baseball game. I kept an eye on him from the game about 50 yards away. At first there were some other 6 or 7 yos he was riding with but eventually they all left. It was Trist with the jr. high kids and some 20-somethings. At one point, I looked over to see everyone sitting on the bench taking a break and there in the middle of them all is Trist - just one of the guys.

As I walked up to check in with him, I see him cut off a skater. So I asked the guys if there were any "rules" at the park. Of course they looked at me as if I was a 40 yo lady and I realized "rules" was not a cool word. They got what I was asking about and said they'd try to set him straight. Then I worried they might be too rough or mean about it so I had to say "be nice but help him learn how to be safe!"

The next time I walk up, he cuts off a 20-something in the line-up. I again look like the 40 yo lady and yell at Trist not to "cut in line". I then overhear one of the guys say something about "his mom's giving him the business". Part of me wants to crawl into a whole because my son is one of the guys and I'm making him uncool. Part of me wants to say, "He's FIVE!" And part of me just accepts that 1) I am now an old lady and 2) my boy is growing up!