Take Meemaw Out to the Ballgame

Our family is on the way to my eight year old grandson's first playoff game. As we drive along, we encourage and offer our advice. This is his first baseball season, and after two hits in the face, Graham has become a bit cautious when facing the pitcher. The team they are playing is evenly matched.  Anything could happen.
Both teams are giving their all, but as usual each inning the score is close. The pitcher is two years older and much larger than my grandson. "You can do it!" we yell. Graham strikes out. "That's okay. You will hit it the next time!" we shout.
At the bottom of the final inning, the score is THEM - 5, US - 4, and Graham is walked to first base. Wait! Graham stole second and made it by a hair! Oh! Yes! He stole 3rd!!! The crowd roars! The bases are now loaded. Ground Ball…and Graham runs home!!! His team mates grab and hug him. Parents are saying “Graham saved the day! He won the game!” 

I love baseball, but I love being a Meemaw more!

Tidbit of the day

If you listen, the items that you clean out of closets and drawers are telling you something about who you were and who you have become.