Earn your Dirt
It was an unseasonably hot and humid day in my neck of the woods yesterday and my daughter had a bit of a stomach ache, so we were pondering whether to take her to her Tball game or not, but she was adamant that she wanted to go. We gave her a little medicine to settle her stomach, packed a lot of water, a small towel and her and I ventured off to the game.
We arrived at the field and the first thing we noticed was many parents had opted to keep their kids home as there were only about 6 kids from her team and 5 from the other team. You don't need a pitcher or catcher in Tball and the ball doesn't go very far so this is good enough to play a game.
I usually volunteer to coach one of the bases but that job was already filled so I sat on the bench and reminded kids to drink water when they came to the "dugout" and not to forget their gloves when they go back to the field. My daughter came in a couple times and each time I wiped her face with a towel, gave her some water and checked "how are you feeling"? Each time she said "ok daddy".
Near the end of the game while running the bases she tripped and fell in the dirt. She was fine, got up and kept running to the next base.
The game ended and the teams celebrated with well deserved freezies. We grabbed all our stuff and started walking back to the car. While we walked I said, "You hit the ball well. Did you have fun?" and she responded with a resounding "YES". My next question was "How are you feeling?", to which she replied "HOT".
We arrived at the car and I dumped some cold water on a towel and wiped the sweat and dirt from her face and neck. When I was done she pointed at her pants and shoes covered in dust and said "Daddy, I got very dirty", to which I replied "that's ok baby, you earned your dirt".
Thanks for reading.
Sats for all,
GR