I find it exceptionally amusing that I can be a perfectly functioning human one moment and at the drop of a hat bawl like a newborn. There is no real warning about what will set me off now days. It happens out of the blue several times a week and sometimes, like today, several times a day.
Before long every major store in this town will think my family is nuts!
Today it was a t-ball mitt that set me off bawling through the isles of Target.
My husband is not a huge fan of baseball or softball. He prefers other sports. I like t-ball and baseball and softball.
I used to love to watch my Dad play in the church league and got a kick out of watching my cousin Tim steal home at least once in almost every baseball game he played. (I am horrible at sports so I sit in the stands and cheer.)
I have dressed Auron in baseball themed clothing from the day we brought him home from the hospital.
Dad never got a son to play catch with, and I was too girly to want to learn, so I have looked forward to Dad teaching Auron to play for the past two years.
Walking down an isle at Target today I saw a tiny blue t-ball mitt and showed it to Auron.
He put his hand in it and said "ball?".
I was doing OK until Darrell leaned down and said: "When you get a little bigger I will get a mitt and teach you to play catch."
It suddenly hit me that my Dad might not be around to help teach him and to cheer beside me in the stands at his games.
It isn't that I don't want Darrell to teach him... it just isn't the way I always pictured it.
We were having a perfectly good day and I suddenly get side-swiped by this huge wave of emotion!
As if being hormonal and pregnant wasn't enough!