There is a soft ball between me and the Kid.
I don't ask outright what's going on with him. I don't even sling low rising pitches his way to see if he'll strike.
He is an athlete: he loves nets and goals. He likes scoreboards and winning and pats on the back and trophies and I do too.
But lately, I just serve up puff balls.
(I am a supportive wife after all.)
Trouble is, he knows my pitches and that I generally strike every time.
Sometimes -- gasp -- I throw the game.
4commentsBrilliant Person Wrote...
I hope your puff balls gain some air and make it to his nets a little more often then not!
Chin up!
(ps - I miss you!)
Why can't I see the picture you've posted in here? I bet it's a link to a YouTube video of a band. But I will never know.
Nothing wrong with throwing the game. Maybe he could get a trophy too, just for trying.
Here is where I would throw in some sports metaphor...except I was never good at sports. Damn. You're a good Mom, you know that?
Best of luck and wishes.
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