My Leftie

I know nothing about baseball. I didn't even think to have a mitt for Sawyer's first practice this year. So my poor kid is standing out there with the rest of his teammates, wearing a borrowed glove that's three sizes too big for him. Halfway through the practice, watching him play with all the athletic grace of his grandfather (eh-hem), I realized he was trying to throw the ball with the wrong arm and was batting from the wrong side of the tee. My son's a leftie — has been since his first experience picking up Cheerios as a baby. I had to special-order him a small right-hand glove from Ace. I also had to remind the coaches to line him up as a leftie at the tee until Sawyer got used to the feel of swinging. While he's not a superstar on the field (yet), he's really loving tee ball. However, I do have my suspicion that it's more about the outfit and all the gear than the game itself.

The Graduate

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I struggle, lately, with this blog because I find that I censor myself to the point of being mute. I haven't figured out how to bridge the long stretch between what I would say and what I should say. With that in mind, let me try to catch up.

I am doing great. My relationship with Brussels Sprouts continues to be a blessing. He and his daughter bring warmth and joy to me and the kids. I am working full time now. For the first time since the kids were born, I'm in the office five days a week. I count this new job with the FS among my blessings, every day.

Sawyer is 100% ready for Kindergarten. Holding him back was the best choice. I am feeling that slight sorrow that comes with the realization that my babies are growing up. I am sitting on a precipice, about to become an elementary school mom, with all that comes along with that. Feeling too grown up myself.

 Justin moved to Colorado last fall and completed 8th grade with fabulous marks. Scott remarried in November and the kids now have an extended family that includes Justin, 14, an 11-year-old step brother and a 9-year old step sister. In February, Scott was diagnosed with some sort of nervous-system disorder (not MS but docs still not positive what it is), and he is working hard to rehabilitate himself after an attack that put him in a wheelchair in April. The kids still see their dad every other weekend. They seem to take it all in stride and have been very encouraging of his recovery process.

Summer is upon us, and I have so many plans. These weeks will fly by, and I will only have the kids every other week, so they will fly by even more. I wonder if I will fit in all the things I hope to do. Festina Lente.