Sunday, June 7, 2009

The Batting Glove

My all time favorite sport is softball. I've always dreamed of my girls playing softball and loving it the way I did. Well, when you take an 8 year old, whose never played any organized sport and try to teach her how to play sports it becomes rather...um...difficult. Well, we have been practicing and practicing. She has practiced with her team and to say the least at her first game, she was a little lost. She hit a couple of foul balls, but no solid hit.

Well, on Friday, my cousin came over and practiced batting with her and she hit about four balls. Meah told me that she wanted a batting glove, so I told her if she hit the ball tonight, I would buy her a batting glove. As soon as we got to the game, Meah walked up to the coach and said, "I'm going to hit the ball and run home." The coach, of course thought this as a great idea. The first time she got up to bat, she struck out. She is just a little behind the ball, but so close. The second time she gets up to bat, she has either one or two strikes and then somehow she makes contact with the ball and the ball rolls about five feet from home base. It's a hit! At this point, she and everyone else are in shock and everyone is just looking at the ball. Everyone begins cheering and yelling, "RUN!!" She finally drops the bat and runs all the way to first base safely! A base hit for Meah and apparently now a new batting glove.

2 comments:

Chad and Kristy said...

Way to go Meah!! Tell your mom to post some pictures of that hit next time:)

The Tucker Troops said...

Hi Melinda...I was just catching up with your blog...HOOAH right back at you. Did you yell HOOAH when Meah got a hit? ;-) I have yelled a few HOOAH's in my life time. How proud you must be of Matthew. I love the pictures. Ahhhh, I just love the Batting Glove story. Meah just sounds like a determined little girl. We are getting settled. Lucey is struggling with major separation anxiety if I walk away from her. This is all new. She "needs" me at every moment. I'm back to sitting in her room while she falls asleep (where I am right now). She used to wake up chatty and now she cries for me. It all happened just recently. Maybe the move? Ron being gone? Too much too soon? I'm really trying to just love her through it. I'm so glad we decided to post-pone her surgery.

She's asleep....I can go get something accomplished! ;-)

Sincerely,
Beth