Thursday, March 11, 2010

My Cup Runneth Over (or perhaps it's upside down?)

It’s baseball season again. New coach, new kids, new parents to meet. Standing at the fence, “Which one is yours?” I’m asked.

“The one that is having a hard time adjusting to wearing a cup,” I answer.

“Oh, yes, I see him,“ the other mom says with instantaneous understanding. He’s easily identifiable, uncomfortable as he is. (And some day, he’ll so love that I wrote about this.)

Over the years, I’ve read articles about “your daughter’s first bra” and other milestones. Yet, this by far has been much more of an, uh, adjustment. This is the child who will wear only Wal-mart white socks with the green line, which must be carefully straightened over the toes. No buttons on his shirts. And gasp! The horror of turtlenecks! Tags must be cut out, and gloves are rejected because dirt or fuzz has settled in the end of the fingers. No elastic around the ankles. The fabric must not be itchy. And so on.

Sensory issues combined with the thought that everyone will KNOW he is wearing it, and it looks funny and how can he run and he “can’t believe I’m having to live with this”. Oh, the agony of being a boy. To have a mom that just doesn’t understand, who has NEVER had such an uncomfortable circumstance.

Like carrying an baby nine months. Yeah.

So I wrote this during baseball practice. Being a MOM, I'm not expected, indeed I think I'm not invited to participate in practices though I daresay, having grown up in Cincinnati during the days of the pinnacle of the Cincinnati Reds, I know a bit about baseball and still have a mean arm. Anyway, William gets back in the car, takes out his cup.

"Mom, does it go this way, or that way?" he asks, turning it clockwise.

"That way," I say. With the small end down.

"OH! So that's why it hurt!" he complains. "You put it in the wrong way!"

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I only remember arguing with him that it wasn't optional. Perhaps I assumed that his discomfort was just his sensory issues. Perhaps, I didn't check. As in all cases, it is always the mom's fault. At least, next time, it will feel much more comfortable, which in retrospect, may have been a good strategy.


Cloudia said...

You are growing as a blogger. I can't wait to see what you will do next! Your son is a sensitive and bright kid who will do just fine. and the REDS!
I remember Pete Rose playing at the Vet in Philadelphia. He looked different than every other player, more exciting somehow. We both loved the old REDS...small world...

Aloha from Hawaii my Friend!

Comfort Spiral

whitetr6 said...

Ouch! upside down - not good. We never had those; instead it was something more like what I imagine David used to bring down Goliath.

Ah the 70's Reds. Those days were fun. Now I just no longer care, what with the salaries, egos and public scandals in "pro" sports in general. I'd much rather watch the little guys like Wm - at least they look like they enjoy it, cups notwithstanding

pita-woman said...

So laughing at the thoughts of you sharing this story with his future-bride.

70's Reds, oh my, I didn't know other teams even existed back then!! My mother had the most major of crushes on #5, catcher Johnny Bench.
Personally, I thought Mario Soto was cuter.


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