So as Gray has gotten bigger I sometimes take it for granted that he knows a lot about a lot of stuff. That is, until I am randomly shocked by a glaring gap in knowledge on certain subjects that I hadn’t even thought about. This week it was baseball.
Gray has not learned a lot about ball sports, I know this. This is probably because his dad is a biker, skier, climber and random hula-hooper, and Gray thinks his dad is pretty rad so those are the things he does too. But this is an example of what it might look like if the two of them were to actually go out into the backyard and throw a ball together. I totally wish I was kidding.
So, the kids and I are in California visiting my parents and Nora is napping. We have to stay close to the house but Gray and I are desperate to be outside in the sunshine. We decide to play Shovel Ball in the yard, which my mom kind of invented. This is supposed to be like baseball but since we don’t have a bat, we have to use a huge plastic purple shovel and some tennis balls. I throw, Gray hits. He’s not great at first but he quickly gets better and better.
All of a sudden, after a particularly accurate bounce on my part, Gray hits one WAY over the fence! I’m so excited! What a great hit! The Shurr Ball Playing genes have finally skipped a generation!
And then he knows he’s supposed to run, I guess. So he hits the ball, and he starts running. The only problem is that after he hits the ball and starts running, he begins to yell “I hit a home base!” and he proceeds to run the WRONG WAY around the bases, yelling “Touchdown, touchdown!” as he touches each base. He was so excited in his moment that I didn’t have the heart to correct him.
So, I know there are a lot of moms and dads out there that would be mortifyingly embarrassed that their six-year-old kid has gotten this far in life without knowing the foggiest thing about baseball. Or I guess football, either.
But when I told Gray’s dad about our afternoon, he was probably as proud as I’d ever seen him.