So, my younger son tried out for "travel" baseball last night. Gossiply speaking, baseball in my very upper middle class 'burb is QUITE political. We don't play that "game", my husband and I and my wonderful son is an average athlete. But there was no dissuading him from trying out. And I DO admire him for going for it, but will that be enough if he gets his heart broken?
Oy, I don't like this part of parenting. It is hard enough to be the "little brother". (To a brother who plays travel soccer and does it very well.) This younger boy of mine (aka "The Ryder") has a heart of gold and makes me laugh everday. All my most quotable quotes are from this boy! ("Wheelchairs can kill you!"; "Rich kids usually wear glasses."; "Jesus died on the potty.") I can't stop him from perhaps being disappointed on Friday when the teams are named...but I don't have to like it, right?
The bright spot being that a new video game will most likely stop any tears (his, not mine)...and of course if he does make a team I will have 15,000 new things to write about.