Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Time of Bonding

     Several times this summer, I have had an opportunity to spend some quality time with my seven-year-old son, taking him to see a professional baseball game.  We had a wonderful time, and I had so much fun observing outing although one of those games that went eleven innings left him exhausted.  His patience had about disappeared.  At the beginning of the tenth inning, he suddenly stood up and started to move towards the aisle.  Startled, I asked him where he was going.  "Home," he replied with a quirky little grin and a twinkle in his eyes.  Since we had driven with someone else to the game, I replied that we had no way to get home until the game was over.  Rather than complain, he sat down once again with a big grin on his face.  When the hometown team won with a solo home run and a two run shot in the eleventh inning, he was on his feet yelling, "I want to come to the next game too!" 
     The next game we attended started almost three hours late because of terrible storms.  We had barely left the cover of the parking garage when we were suddenly lashed by horrific winds that nearly bowled us over backwards.  Eyes sparkling and a broad smile on his face,  he valiantly strove to keep up with us adults.  However, he was not intimidated but rather exulted in the wild weather conditions.  It was just a joy to spend the time together. 

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