A week ago, I was in Texas seeing my family. I told my husband that there's a certain sort of tree, it grows near the beach, mesquitte. When I see those wild scratchy trees, they're the trees of home and I love them the way he loves those pines that just start to dot the landscape when you hit Connecticut. That being said, I love Maryland Spring and keep pointing out the bursts of color everywhere to my kids because for me, even after living here 15 years, it's still a shock to my brain. They're bored by my color commentary about the dogwoods and the pear and the cherry blossoms now but I know, these will be the trees that make them remember home one day even if they move far away.
This morning when I talked about getting her slider pants for the afternoon practice, she related a story about a friend who plays on a travel team who got seriously hurt sliding into base. "Are you afraid you'll get hurt sliding into base?" I asked. Bingo. We talked about how the only way to live a life uninjured is to sit and eat and sleep. She agreed that sounded pretty dull and after breakfast, she gave me a big hug and told me she'd assembled her equipment and put it in the van for this afternoon. She has practice at 4:30. I'll be there with her new slider pants, a waterbottle and snacks. Her first game is tomorrow.
Doing the mental happy dance because I guessed right! Cue Andre(Fessik) the Giant saying, "Don't worry, I won't let it go to my head."
My older kids play a card game called Magic with their father mostly; and each card has a little bit of humor at the bottom, a flavor text. "You go first." is a flavor text for a magic spell that forces creatures to tap during their turn without getting to do anything. "Aieeeee." is the text for a goblin flunkie that gets sacrificed to give every other creature a stronger attack power. You get the idea.
My four year old sometimes watches these games with interest but sometimes, she mishears or misunderstands. So she piped up the other day, a bit of flavor text. "Let us be creditors and not prey." I know it was supposed to be predators but...she's not wrong.
We planned a reunion in Gaitlinburg in mid July. (Cue the song, A Boy Named Sue...). My daughter that was worried about sliding into home wants to go rock climbing on one of those walls....with me. I'd tell you that I counseled prudence but not so secretly, I want to go do that too.