T-ball
Last night I dragged Dunk to L's t-ball game. He isn't really up for those activities. It reminded me of his Mom who said to me once when I asked if she wanted to come to M's game, "No! I already did that with my kids." I think D feels the same. We aren't the grandparents at every game, but I like to show up, especially under the circumstances with my grandchildren.
I picked up little M after work & brought her to my house for a bit (and a helping of blueberries) then, using little M's presence as leverage, I got Dunk in the car in time for the game. He has a sore back from working very hard in the yard, so he whined about that the whole time. Ugh.
The scenario at the game went like this. M is there and D is sitting with her friend by the opposition bench. R is standing by the end of the fence, right by the team. L's other Grandpa is on the field (as a coach.) L looks over and sees me. He keeps a blank expression on his face, but makes eye contact. I smile and give a little wave, watching that R doesn't see. The other Grandma arrives with K & J. If K sees us, there is no indication. J on the other hand surreptitiously gave me his sweet dimpled smile.
Sound like fun?
Of course after that you are so depressed that you don't want to go back. But today M told me when he talked to L after I had agreed to take poor sore dunk home, L asked why we left. He said it felt great that he had so many people cheering for him. So I am planning on trying again on Monday.
It really feels like self-flagellation. See, but never get to touch. I just think confrontation just hurts the kids. I have to follow M's lead on this situation. I have no control.
In the game, L made some good throws, had a good hit, and got his guy out at third base. I so love that kid. Without him, my heart would be even more broken.
I picked up little M after work & brought her to my house for a bit (and a helping of blueberries) then, using little M's presence as leverage, I got Dunk in the car in time for the game. He has a sore back from working very hard in the yard, so he whined about that the whole time. Ugh.
The scenario at the game went like this. M is there and D is sitting with her friend by the opposition bench. R is standing by the end of the fence, right by the team. L's other Grandpa is on the field (as a coach.) L looks over and sees me. He keeps a blank expression on his face, but makes eye contact. I smile and give a little wave, watching that R doesn't see. The other Grandma arrives with K & J. If K sees us, there is no indication. J on the other hand surreptitiously gave me his sweet dimpled smile.
Sound like fun?
Of course after that you are so depressed that you don't want to go back. But today M told me when he talked to L after I had agreed to take poor sore dunk home, L asked why we left. He said it felt great that he had so many people cheering for him. So I am planning on trying again on Monday.
It really feels like self-flagellation. See, but never get to touch. I just think confrontation just hurts the kids. I have to follow M's lead on this situation. I have no control.
In the game, L made some good throws, had a good hit, and got his guy out at third base. I so love that kid. Without him, my heart would be even more broken.