As a testament to how busy our lives have become, I bring you this blog entry – a full 10 days after our birthdays – that will test the limits of my degraded memory. To be totally honest, I had more or less given up on the idea of getting around to this specific post until last night. Cole found some of the old entries and asked “do you write a blog for every birthday?” “Yes,” I said, and like 2 seconds later, I realized I had just lied to him. Ugh.
Our dual birthday landed on a Monday, that saddest of days. Cole pointed out to both Mad and me that this occurred because “it’s a leap year this year and if it wasn’t your birthday probably would have been on Sunday instead.” A wealth of knowledge, that guy. Anyway, I asked Madison if she wanted me to order pizza for her and her friends at lunch and she told me no in no ambiguous terms. I don’t think she wanted the attention or the endless line of classmates and friends and randos saying things like “I like one slice” or “Try give me one bite” or “I like your ends, then”. A good call, I suppose. I was serenaded by my AP class and tried to plow through my day. The Mets logged a comeback win against the Braves (sorry, dad), and Lynnette picked up pizza and sushi for dinner. It was a pretty good Monday, honestly.
I am 44 now and something unexpected has happened. Cole loves baseball and so far has tolerated my incessant shouts of “HIT HIM IN THE CHEST” and “HIT THE CUT” and “KEEP YOUR HEAD THERE” and “MOVE YOUR FEET” and all the other baseballspeak greatest hits. When we signed him up last year, I was concerned primarily with 2 things: would he be afraid of the ball and would he enjoy himself. The answers came back no and yes, respectively. He’s all in. And this has led to the resurgence of behavior that I have suppressed for over 20 years. I bought 2 new gloves for myself. I bought an orange Yeti bucket for baseballs. I am currently looking for a fungo bat and another glove. Don’t tell Lynnette. I will continue to gaslight her with the explanation that I need all of these gloves for different purposes when the truth is I like only one specific style of glove and I spend 15-20 minutes a night looking for 11.75 inch gloves with single-post webs. I just want as many of them as I can. I have already said to myself “we drop like $250 easy at Costco, it’s basically the same thing.” I have found two potential purchases and am waiting to see if either (OR BOTH!) drop in price. I have considered starting a GoFundMe in order to purchase a Wilson A2000 1785, which doesn’t count against the other two I just mentioned a sentence ago. I wholeheartedly confess it is insane, but…I JUST WANT SPORTS AUTHORITY BACK! I NEED TO SPEND AN HOUR A WEEK TRYING ON GLOVES I’M NEVER GOING TO BUY! BABY, I FEEL ALIVE!
Well, Madison is 16 now and she’s been getting mail from colleges since the middle of the school year. Every single time one of these pamphlets arrive, I let out an exaggerated wail. In a little over a year, she’ll be in my classroom. After that? I can’t even allow myself to think about it. But for now – right now – I am in such a deep appreciation for the person that she’s blossoming into.
She’s running for a position in student government, which is something I never thought she’d do. Mad’s kind of an introvert – at least in front of Lynnette and me. But everyone else swears this jovial clown that gets along well with everyone. “Mad?” I say. “Yeah, Madi,” they reply. I squint my eyes. She got straight A’s this quarter after a second quarter with a single B+. She said she’d fix it and she did. She expressed earlier this year that she would like to try to get into my AP Lit class during her senior year. I told her that she needed to talk to her teacher to ask what she has to do. She’s started making those moves. Ironically, tragically, she still hates reading and gets all of her information from Tik Tok, but then I have to remind myself that her GPA is almost double what mine was in high school and I have to take a couple of deep breaths and accept that she’s doing OK – better than OK. She’s thriving.
This season, Mad bumped up a weight class in judo because she wanted to challenge herself. One night I caught her at bedtime wistfully staring into the fridge. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Gotta bulk up,” she said. I laughed. Three weeks ago, she fought a girl she’d never seen before and she got manhandled. When Lynnette sent me the video, I thought I would see a usual Madison match: Mad grappling until her opponent got tired or made a mistake, followed by a counter. Not this time. The other girl attacked immediately and never stopped. It appeared Mad got caught off-guard by this approach and it was over quickly. The following week during a drive home, I asked her about it. For the next 20 minutes, Madison explained what she thought happened and all of the things she’d been planning and working on in practice to adjust. It was fascinating. I had never heard her talk so cerebrally about anything before. Last weekend, Madison finished 3rd in her weight class during the ILH Inter/JV championship. Lynnette and I are so happy for her. But Mad’s already talking about the things she has to work on for next season. She’s started looking into outside clubs. Pretty soon, she’s going to be spending 10-15 minutes a night looking for a custom gi before heading to bed. I love it.
Thank you to everyone who sent along birthday wishes. We truly appreciate them. We are blessed to have your love and support. I now know and understand the acute stress and chaos of having two children in sports. We never see anybody outside of our kids’ grandparents because we’re at a field or in a gym. But it is always so wonderful and humbling to be reminded that all of you are out there, still rooting for us too.