In Need of my Helmet?

I woke up feeling… able. Glorious morning. Got to baseball early, ran the well behaved dogs, was in my seat for first pitch. But it soon became clear what a trembling illusion it all was. I didn’t realize how heavily I’ve been counting on the strength of my sons to carry me through.

When coach blew up at my kid for being called out at home after an almost successful slide, it threatened my able-ness. My kid’s discouragement penetrated my own weakened defenses which only worsened when another player seemed to execute the same unsuccessful slide at home and was congratulated for his effort.

Philip would have told me I was overreacting and maybe I am but what am I to do? My own hold on reality is so tenuous what must it be like for Joe? He has a coach who, at best, is puzzling, in an angry sort of way, and he has no dad to hash it out with…

And, oh yeah, the target on the back of my head is fully activated. Another errant baseball  missed me by just a few feet. I need to get my helmet on…

Anne

March 6, 2021