It's true - I now have the Bug -- the T-Ball Bug that is ! Tuesday night Gayle and I decided we would surprise Chloe (age 4) and Hunter (age 3) at their T-Ball game.
Well, the surprise was on me! I have decided I MUST go see all their game from now on! I just know I was the proudest grandmother there, and there were lots of them---Chloe is not shy, so everytime she did something on the field she would SCREAM:
"Mamaw, did you see me?"
Meanwhile, Hunter would be out there kicking his toes in the dirt and filling his glove up with gravel and throwing it up in the air. Aaaahhh the innocence of childhood!!! In this photo, he wanted to take these rocks home, but daddy discouraged him.....
The Ball Poem
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,
What, what is he to do?
I saw it go merrily bouncing, down the street, and then merrily over--there it is in the water!
No use to say 'O there are other balls': An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boy
As he stands rigid, trembling, staring down
All his young days into the harbour where his ball went.
I would not intrude on him, A dime, another ball, is worthless.
Now He senses first responsibility in a world of possessions.
People will take balls, Balls will be lost always, little boy, And no one buys a ball back. Money is external.
He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes,the epistemology of loss, how to stand up
Knowing what every man must one day know and most know many days, how to stand up
And gradually light returns to the street
A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight,
Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark floor of the harbour . .
I am everywhere, I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move with all that move me, under the water or whistling, I am not a little boy.
Wednesday, August 13
G O Y A N K E E S !!!!!!
at 10:30 AM