I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. ~ Laura Ingalls Wilder
I signed up Franky for tee ball this summer and the poor kid keeps getting his playing time rained out. After dinner we left the house with high hopes even though the skies were dark and raindrops were already falling as we got in the car.
We drove to the baseball field where the tee ballers play expecting to see cars driving away from the scene. Instead, we saw kids and parents playing catch. I guess they felt as bad as I did with the practices getting canceled and so they kept right on playing. Fran and Franky hopped out of the car and ran out onto the field.
First up, the kids took turns hitting the ball off the tee while a gaggle of preschoolers waited patiently to try and be the lucky ones to catch it. They were all giggling and falling over each other trying to catch the ball while the rain poured down on them. Lilia and I stood with the other parents with umbrellas and hoods on just watching the kids have a blast.
The rain was really coming down at this point so the coach decided to call the practice and end it by singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." "So let's root, root, root for the tee ballers," they all yelled over the rainfall and then cheered their little hearts out.
After people started to scatter, some of the kids stayed to run the bases. Franky had no desire to leave, no matter the rain. "Go, go, go!" Fran encouraged him as he started to run the bases. Not to be outdone, Lilia dropped the umbrella and started running to catch up.
Before you knew it, I was standing there in the rain watching my family have the time of their lives doing nothing more than running on a baseball field in the pouring rain. We've been making lots of plans; birthday parties, 4th of July, and a vacation amongst other summer things. It's amazing that the kids are thrilled simply by running in the rain.
They say it's the simple things that make life great and while I wholeheartedly believe that, it's easy to forget sometimes. That is until you watch your whole life skipping, laughing at the rain and running until their little legs hurt and they're out of breath.
Finally, the rain came down even harder and we made a break for the car. Scrambling into our seats the kids asked if we could get ice cream. When Lilia used to play tee ball it was somewhat of a tradition to get an ice cream on those hot summer evenings. Fran and I looked at each other and back at the wet kids. Well, why not? Two ice cream cones later I realized, now this is life.
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