Poetic title today, isn't it? And apt, too. Yesterday I got an email updating me on Mr. G's tournament team practice schedule and I noted that he did NOT have practice for Tuesday, though I'd written on the calendar that he did. Yippee! We'd gone 4-4 ballplayers/coaches Monday night, so the prospect of a totally free evening without any practice/game/karate/church (excepting Mr. D coaching out of town) sounded delightful. Team Testosterone arrived from school with light homework burdens and after they finished that, their chores and supper, we headed outside for the perfect trifecta of evening fun: catch, around-the-world, kickball.
I gained the lead in around-the-world, but then Mr. T and Mr. G were being mean to Mr. B so we quit playing without any declared winner. The boys are finally old enough and skilled enough that we can all play catch, and we did for nearly an hour. I threw pop-ups and rolled grounders. I threw long and short tosses. I missed more catches than they did, which was fine. Mr. B and I went up against Mr. T and Mr. G in a game of driveway kickball where we racked up plenty of points but didn't keep score. We raced and ran (with Jax getting in the way every time I was up to kick the ball), our sneakers brushing over dandelions in the grass. We cheered and laughed and relished the balmy breeze on our arms and faces. I was truly wiped by the time we returned inside. What a glorious evening!
In the hour remaining before bedtime we read and watched a bit of Frozen Planet. The boys asked me what sports I played when I was their age and I explained that when I was a kid, we didn't really do sports like kids do now. No one played soccer, for example, and all the other park & rec teams and tournament teams really weren't the norm back in my day. "When I was a kid, we just played. I took swim lessons and rode my bike a lot. In middle school and high school I played a little basketball. I took dance lessons and piano. That was about it. We mostly just hung out and played in our spare time."
"That sucks," they told me. "Did you get a lot of homework?"
"Not like you do now," I told them.
"Well, that would be cool," they opined.
"In the summer we'd play kick the can and stuff with all the neighbor kids. We were never bored, but grown-ups didn't organize our fun like they do for you now."
Hm, they thought, "that might actually be okay."
This whole conversation got me to thinking about other stuff from my childhood. Like the green Toughskin jeans I loved to wear, how toilet paper used to come in pastel colors to coordinate with bathroom decor and how my favorite smell was Tinkerbell perfume. Remember Tinkerbell perfume? It was the most delicate scent...
And it's weird what you forget.
This morning I opened my email to find one from Mr. G's league team coach--regarding last night's practice. Oh crap, I thought it was a tournament team practice that had been cancelled...never even thought about it being his league team practice...
I feel bad that we missed his practice, but I'm glad we did because last night was perfect.