Tutus and T-balls

I entered parenthood with fear and trembling.  Sammy and I were intentionally married and childless for several years.  At one point my friend, Beth, asked me why.  I said, "We're selfish and lazy, and we want to enjoy being selfish and lazy for a little longer."  

Turns out, I'm still selfish and lazy (I won't speak for my husband.).  And I don't know what I'm doing as a parent.  I knew I didn't know what I was doing before I got pregnant.  I knew parenting was going to test my patience, resolve, integrity, and emotional and physical capacities.  It's been all I'd thought it'd be and more:)  

I was not good at soothing screaming babies.  I am not good at multi-tasking, and can all three of my family members please stop talking to me at the same time?!

But, I have been excited about this part since I first found out I was pregnant five years ago--tutus and t-balls.  I wrote this parked in my non-mini-van at t-ball practice.

Tutus and T-balls

ballet barres and batters' boxes

dance studios and dugouts

hands overhead and hands on knees

chasse and swing

tights and tiptoes

gloves and grounders

Capezio and Louisville Slugger

class and team

teacher and coach

Unearthing Talent

Learning Skills

Working Together

Making Friends

Blissful ignorance of who's

good and bad,

better and best.

Fun is had.