Hari began the baseball season with lofty statements. “I live for baseball”, “Baseball is my life.” I looked at the better half, who takes his role as nurturer of sports passion of his offsprings a tad seriously, and saw stars dancing in his dreamy eyes. And what do you know? Before I could say baseball, the father-son duo had signed up for three teams – school baseball team, town baseball team and the club baseball team that Hari has been part of since Fall. And did I forget to mention that the second child was already signed up in Fall?
For my part, I did what any sensible mom, who has the unenviable task of planning two mini dinners atleast three days during the week and once during the weekend (and let’s not even get into calendar management please), would do. Closed my eyes shut, sent a prayer to Varuna bhagawan – let it rain, let it rain..!
The regular season is drawing to a close and I am happy to report that the household has managed to survive and I might even add that the reluctant baseball mom has become an eager cheerleader.
I am happy for Hari. The season bestowed him with a variety of experiences, from being benched to being glorified as the MVP. He was flying high one day and heartbroken the other day. He felt like he was treated unfairly one day but was able to take a step back the next day and see the decision in perspective. He worked hard and took responsibility for improving his game. He climbed the batting order and learnt new ways to pitch.
Ram is having a great time swinging his bat and playing ball. As a parent from Hari’s batch put it, at that age you can ask how the game went knowing that you will always receive a confident and happy answer. Besides at this age, there is more excitement over snacks during break time than playing ball during game time. Da coached Ram’s team for the second year in a row.
Now if you will excuse me, I have a pre-game dinner to pack. My life is going to be dull and empty once the baseball season is over… Not really!
New Year’s day was sunnier and warmer than one would expect at this time of the year in this part of the world. So we picked our lethargic selves, and did something that we always wish we did more of – go to the city!
Chillier than we had expected, the place was teeming with life and the new year spirit. We walked briskly as the kids played tag, sighted some ice sculptures that were slowly melting away, and then caught this street performer in action.
When I first say him, the term free spirited came to mind. There was something about him that said that he was doing this act for more than sustenance. He had random contraptions and knick knacks on his head, tied to his legs, and his hands. He was a one man band with a website! He sang the Beatles and even invited volunteers from the audience to join him.
Intrigued, I came home and googled him. This avid traveler was making music, and believed that the energy from the music created peace waves that free trouble spots in the world. The cynic in me rolled my eyes and thought it was bit of a stretch. Peace waves? trouble spots? really? But then it dawned on me – there is so much panic, cynicism, hatred and terror out there. Here is someone, who knows what his heart is after, has the courage to pursue it and in the process believes that he is making a difference in the world.
Selfishly I say, more power and success to this one man band. We all could use some peace waves and free spirit in our lives, don’t you think?
This weekend has been all about bikes and biking.
- Last year Hari and I got into the rhythm of biking over the weekend. We are hoping to do the same this year and have kick started the biking season much earlier than we did last year. We hit the bike path this sat. We didn’t bike as much and we huffed and puffed a lot for the small distance that we biked. But oh the wind on our face was as delightful as it was last year..! Reminded us why it’s all worth it!
- We took out the tricycle for Ram this weekend. We didn’t do much biking with him last year, so the child is still learning to pedal. He was eager to try this morning and when it was harder than what he thought, there was some reluctance. We have our work cut out for this season.
- Our neighborhood held a bike swap this weekend. Folks came with the bikes that they have outgrown. In exchange, they could take a bike that fit their needs. No money exchanged, no obligations to take a bike in return, and no need to bring a bike if you don’t have one that you have outgrown. Whatever was left behind would be donated. Now, it doesn’t get any easier than that, isn’t it?
On that note, have a good week folks. It’s going to be a crazy week in our house – kids at home on spring break but parents working.