It's Baseball for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so Corey just started his first season of baseball. He is in coach pitch and has never played before. He did not play last year because I did not agree with the T-ball rules.
1. No score
2. No outs
3. Everyone gets to run the bases, even if they do not hit the ball.
"They" say it is to teach the kids the basics and give them a sense of accomplishment.
A.) They are missing some major basics to baseball like, I don't know, the whole point to the game, i.e. the score, outs, and batting averages!
B.) And how does it teach them the sense of accomplishment? Excuse me, but if you can not hit a ball while it is held stationary on a pedestal, then you do not deserve to run around the bases! I don't care how old you are! You did not earn it.
Sorry, but in my opinion, this left wing political correctness has gone to freaking far.
I accepted the fact that children are no longer allowed to play dodge ball as "they" (who ever the %&#$ "they" are) decided it was exploiting smaller, weaker, more timid children and encouraging a bully mentality among more aggressive children.
I even sat quietly as they told me that Columbus day was not being observed any longer because he was cruel to Native Americans and enslaved many people.

But when the game known as the American Pastime is tweaked to meet the emotional needs of those who carry baggage from their childhood because they sucked at the least aggressive, and most simplistic of sporting events ever created, I get a little pissed!
But I digress ....
While attending the team's first practice, I sat quietly. Even though I was a strong player myself at one time, I know that it would do my son no good to yell things like:
"Take your glove off your head and watch what is going on!"
"Don't stand on top of the base to catch the ball, stand next to it."
"Turn your mitt out, not up."
"Running with your arms rotating on large circles on either side of you does not help you run faster!"
Nope, I kept my mouth shut because I do not want embarrass him or step on the coach's toes. After all, it is just the first practice of coach pitch, little league baseball.
Yeah, tell that to the mom who had her son dressed in full game attire, and yelled at him to do it over again when he did something wrong. Who actually got up off the "parent bench", walked on the field, and told the assistant coach how her son likes the ball pitched.
I went from one extreme to the other. Wussy World to Nazi Training Camp.
Maybe I will just let my son chase butterflies in the out field. And once he gets hit on the head with a fly ball, he'll learn to pay attention. There, problem solves itself.
It's just baseball, nothing more, nothing less.

Exhale ... and breath in kindness.

I can breath again.
After months of searching I have found a real job. I worked part time in retail, but at $7.00 an hour, and 10-14 hours a week, it wasn't much help.
I was offered a great opportunity to volunteer my time at a physicians office, learning the basics of medical records and office help. (This is the field in which I wanted to enter.) From there, I was referred to a Urology Center for employment.
I interviewed yesterday and received the call offering me the position last night. It is a great position with great pay and benefits.
I have to say how lucky I am. If it had not been for the fact that Connie offered me the opportunity to volunteer in her office, I would have never got my foot in the door. She and her staff were wonderful in allowing me to watch, ask questions, and learn.
The amazing thing is, I don't think Connie has any idea how very valuable this opportunity was. She has done it in the past for others, and it doesn't always work out. It is a true act of kindness and good faith that many of us rarely see from people.
To then refer me for employment to another office, and in a way staking your reputation on that referral, that is almost unheard of.
My point to this blog is this; heartfelt acts of kindness do change lives. And although it can go unappreciated from time to time, and may even be a risk, it is something we should all try to do when and where we can.
I have personally been blessed on several occasions by people who just randomly give of themselves this way. And I try to pass it on. My gift may not be as "large" as those I have received, BUT, it is always as much as I can do/give and you never know how what seems little to you can greatly effect the life of those you offer it to.
So in what seems to be a very cutthroat world, remember, kindness does go a very long way, even further than we can forecast.

Not to be outdone ...

When Corey lost his tooth earlier today I told him that now he was just like his cousin Zane, his Godsister Madyson, and his friend at school. They had each already lost their first tooth. Well, no doing for Corey.
HE LOST THE OTHER TOOTH!
This mommy is going to be thrust into this new reality whether she likes it or not!
But if he loses another one in the next 24 hours I am going to need a lot of Kleenex and a vacation!

Another Milestone

My newborn developed into an infant, and from there, a baby. Then he jumped head first into toddler, slowly glided into preschooler, and then little boy. He is now just a boy. No "little". He is shedding his baby image.
Today he lost his first tooth. He did it the old fashioned way, eating an apple. It is the bottom right front tooth. (Anyone with a dental degree that can give us the technical name for that tooth?) And it appears as though the bottom left front tooth will be coming out very soon as well.
Corey has been singing and dancing ever since it happened around 4:30 this afternoon. He was so excited I thought he might wet his pants. He has been saying things like:
"I can't believe I have a hole in my head! I am so excited!"
"This is so great, maybe we should have a celebration!"
In one symbolic moment, I am forced to face the fact that I am loosing a baby and getting a boy. I know it has been coming for, well... since day one, but it still feels like my baby was torn out of my arms, much like the tooth out of his head. That is hard for any mother to take.
So maybe it was the desperation to hold on to my little baby boy that made try to super glue it back in. Just kidding. But I did cry, just a little, but only Milo (our dog) saw me. And he already thinks I'm nuts!
Now I have to allow my son to leave his tooth, along with a little piece of my heart, under his pillow in his special "Lucy Toof" Boyds Bear tooth holder for the tooth fairy. She gets the tooth and the credit; I get the bill and the heartbreak! Sounds like a fair trade to me!
Congratulations Corey Lee, you are growing up, and taking me along for the ride!