Counting Mom In For Kickball

My Daily Question: Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us today?

Our summer shifted this year to incorporate fewer scheduled activities and more unstructured time. Is it working? YES. Surprisingly, each of us is finding the right balance of together time and individual pursuits, down time and goal-oriented projects. I’m going to write about what my children are doing over the next few days, but here’s one that blessed me today.

I sat on my front porch bench photographing the red columbine in bloom in my garden and the biking children on the neighborhood street. But then the game changed, and they invited me in to play kickball with them!

“No,” I said. “I’m just relaxing. I’ll watch.” I’d done my hard work and now I wanted to be the observer.

But then something in me said, “Yes. I’ll just change my shoes.”

I hadn’t played kickball since my fourth-grade days at Becky-David Elementary school where I was never the first one picked for the team. But my daughter chose me for hers. We played a hard game in our driveway, which has been designated as a premier kickball court with natural boundaries. I was glad for spontaneity and to be chosen. But after an hour or so, I happily turned my spot over to the neighbor boy who came just in time to replace me.

Afterwards, they invited me back. “You’re really good, Mom.”


  1. Minna Dyer
    Jun 26, 2008

    Go T! The great thing about having kids is that you get to do things, kid things, you wouldn’t normally do. How fun!

  2. Rachel Corbett
    Jun 27, 2008

    Wow! You played kickball for an hour? I’m impressed! So true about doing fun kid thinks as an adult. I was feeling bad yesterday that Chris doesn’t get to do that stuff very often. When he asked what we did this week I told him about playing tag at Extreme Fun (big jumping place with inflatables) and swimming, riding bikes and playing Chutes and Ladders. As hard as motherhood is sometimes, it’s also nice that we get a trip back to childhood for a few years.

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