A chilly rain was trickling down, and I was standing in the grass, watching as my son grabbed a bat and walked confidently to home plate. He'd been doing so well on his baseball league - I really had no reason to worry.But suddenly, I was worried. Call it mother's intuition, call it a psychic flash. I saw in my mind's eye a baseball crashing into my little boy's face. It was so startling, I actually strode forward to the fence.
I was only a few seconds early.
I got there just in time to see it really happen. The pitcher threw wild. The baseball hit my son's batting helmet then bounced off his shoulder. Luckily, the helmet has a protective cage that descends down over the eyes and the face - and that's where the ball struck.
"No!" I shouted before I could help myself.
The coach ran over and patted his shoulder; my boy just shook it off and jogged to first base. He looked over and gave me a thumbs-up. I gave him a weak smile in return.
The baseball field is no place for mother's intuition. I was rattled for the rest of the game.
Glad your son wasn't too rattled!! Any kids' sports get my nerves on edge. My son is now playing flag football and I cringe every time the kids go for the ball. And that's not even tackle!! Motherhood is not for the faint of heart, right?
ReplyDeleteI completely agree! I hope your son stays healthy - flag football is supposed to be pretty mild, right??? (crossing fingers!!!)
ReplyDeleteI guess every sport has risks, but I will say I've noticed a big increase in his self-esteem, so I just take deeeeep breath every time he jogs out on the field!!!!