June 26, 2008
Tonight before the game I was sitting with some of the other mothers of boys on the team. The other team was on the field warming up. We all remarked at how huge they were. Why were those boys so big? Did they have some ringers on the team? Were those high school boys? And my god they are throwing those balls so hard and running so fast. Our bay-bees were going to be crushed by this team of giants.
Then our kids took the field alongside them. And we realized they were the same size. And they threw the balls just as hard and ran just as fast.
We won the game 10-1.
I know it is such a cliche, and one that was impossible to believe when my children were all so small and I lacked the perspective of time, but they grow up way too fast.
I’m afraid to blink again.