Keera-Baseball and Flowers
Keera wanted to play t-ball this year.
Before I get to this particular incident you have to realize how important baseball is in this house. Bob collects baseball cards(like over 100,000), when we are on vacation and near a baseball stadium, we attempt to see a game, the boys have played baseball for 12 years and 9 years. Katie started in baseball and then moved to softball after about 4 years. Baseball is what you might call a keystone element to the existence of the Reed family.
Keera has had an interesting season.....she bats left handed, even though she is a righty (it took Bob four kids before he finally got one to bat lefty-it's considered an advantage to bat lefty)....the first game of the season, she couldn't finish because she was so upset that someone had stepped on her with a cleat (byaccident)-there is no crying in baseball Keera....and she has many a time been seen getting the boys all worked up in the dug out, in a fit of fun, as they chase her around and they get in trouble.
Yesterday's incident brought the concept of Keera playing baseball to a whole new level. By the third inning, all of the 5 and 6 years olds are a bit stir crazy, climbing the fence in the dug out, sitting in the dirt in the outfield, etc. It was the top of the third inning and Keera slipped out of the dugout to see Grandpa but then I noticed she was collecting flowers from the weeds of the woods which surround the dugout. She had a whole handful of flowers when she reentered the dugout. I watched to see how it would play out, figuring the boys would grab them, step on them, crush them-just another way of Keera wriling up the male testosterone on the bench.
However, there was a unexpected twist on this....the boys liked the flowers...."who wants flowers?" I heard Keera call out. Then I heard, "me, me, me". Each boy received one bunch of flowers and Keera, having been so successful, said she would go back out and get more.
Now, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to imagine what the fathers of these little boys, who were sitting in the bleachers right next to the dugout, were thinking. One boy delivered about 3 bunches of these flowers to his father in the stands. In one feld swoop my daugher was bringing down one of the most historical and patriotic sports in the country by allowing these "men" to get in touch with their inner feelings and enjoy beautiful nature when they should be otherwise focused on the importance of competition, skill, love for the game of baseball. I stood back and laughed, enjoying the moment while hoping that Keera, and worse yet Bob, the manager of the team (who was on the field helping the little tikes bat) would not be ostracized from the all-American sport that is the backbone of our family.
Here is to baseball - and flowers!
Before I get to this particular incident you have to realize how important baseball is in this house. Bob collects baseball cards(like over 100,000), when we are on vacation and near a baseball stadium, we attempt to see a game, the boys have played baseball for 12 years and 9 years. Katie started in baseball and then moved to softball after about 4 years. Baseball is what you might call a keystone element to the existence of the Reed family.
Keera has had an interesting season.....she bats left handed, even though she is a righty (it took Bob four kids before he finally got one to bat lefty-it's considered an advantage to bat lefty)....the first game of the season, she couldn't finish because she was so upset that someone had stepped on her with a cleat (by
Yesterday's incident brought the concept of Keera playing baseball to a whole new level. By the third inning, all of the 5 and 6 years olds are a bit stir crazy, climbing the fence in the dug out, sitting in the dirt in the outfield, etc. It was the top of the third inning and Keera slipped out of the dugout to see Grandpa but then I noticed she was collecting flowers from the weeds of the woods which surround the dugout. She had a whole handful of flowers when she reentered the dugout. I watched to see how it would play out, figuring the boys would grab them, step on them, crush them-just another way of Keera wriling up the male testosterone on the bench.
However, there was a unexpected twist on this....the boys liked the flowers...."who wants flowers?" I heard Keera call out. Then I heard, "me, me, me". Each boy received one bunch of flowers and Keera, having been so successful, said she would go back out and get more.
Now, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to imagine what the fathers of these little boys, who were sitting in the bleachers right next to the dugout, were thinking. One boy delivered about 3 bunches of these flowers to his father in the stands. In one feld swoop my daugher was bringing down one of the most historical and patriotic sports in the country by allowing these "men" to get in touch with their inner feelings and enjoy beautiful nature when they should be otherwise focused on the importance of competition, skill, love for the game of baseball. I stood back and laughed, enjoying the moment while hoping that Keera, and worse yet Bob, the manager of the team (who was on the field helping the little tikes bat) would not be ostracized from the all-American sport that is the backbone of our family.
Here is to baseball - and flowers!
Comments
Post a Comment