Good Morning Sunshine!
I know I have said it a millions times, but your name is so
befitting to you. Ellie, your name
means ‘light’ and you truly are the light of my life as well as so many
others! For my blog this week my
story again pertains to you and how easily it is for you to “see” outside the
box and change its boundaries, even if it is just for a moment in time.
Life Lesson Learned
#17: Playing an actual game of baseball is certainly a lot of fun, but I
just found out that playing pretend baseball is even more so!
Ellie, you are such a delight! Last evening your Mommy called Poppy and me and said that
you were both heading down to the park and asked us if we would like to meet
you there (of course we said yes!).
So about a half hour later we came upon the two of you, not by the swing
sets, but rather on the baseball diamond.
Your Mommy was standing at home plate and you were on the pitchers’
mound. From a distance, we thought
she was hitting balls for you to catch, but as we got closer Poppy and I could
see quite clearly that neither of you had any baseball equipment. Well… “real” equipment that is! But it was plain to see that you were
pretending to throw her a baseball and she was pretending to swing a bat and
hit it. Once you saw Poppy and me
you directed us to sit on the bench to be the spectators. As we rooted for you to tag your mommy
out El, you got so excited that you changed the rules of the game… (not that
you were following any to begin with) and instructed your Mom to stop what she
was doing and to follow you over to where we were sitting. Then you hopped up onto the batters’
bench to sit with us, as did your mom.
Next, you informed the three of us to continue watching the baseball
game that was taking place and to root for the winning team. Ellie, to you it did not matter that
there wasn’t a soul out on that field.
And to us it did not matter either as you were having lots of fun. But to the people passing by I am sure
we had them a bit perplexed!
Anyway, after a few minutes of sitting you decided to change up the
teams. Per your instructions, I
was to follow you out into the field, and your Mommy and Poppy were to be the
spectators. Again you took your
place on the pitchers’ mound and had me stand at home plate holding a pretend
bat. I had to wait a little bit
because you got distracted by the dirt at your feet and bent down to play in it
for a while. Once I yelled to you
that I was ready, you stood up again and brushed your hands (yes they were
dirty) all over your face and through your hair (I’m guessing that a bath was
mandatory when you got home El even though I knew it wasn’t on your Mom’s
evening agenda!). Anyway, you
threw the pretend ball at me with both hands. Like I said, this was your game and your rules. But you didn’t really throw it at me;
it was more like you threw it straight up in the air! I pretended to hit it and run for first base anyway. Halfway there you told me to stop and
freeze. You then instructed me to
pick up my pretend bat, walk it back over to the opposing team’s side and stand
the bat up against the chain-link fence (and yes the fence was real!). Then you instructed me to follow you
over to the batters’ bench and take our seats for the second time. It was now your Mommy and Poppy’s turn
to play while we watched them.
Before they walked out onto the field Ellie I asked you what position
they should each play and this is what you said, “Mommy has to be the Bitcher
and Poppy has to be the Batter.” I
said, “Excuse me??? What is your Mommy?” And you said, “She is the Bitcher. She bitches and Poppy bats.” I said, “El, you mean your Mommy is the
pitcher and she pitches. “ You
said excitedly, “Yeah!” Ellie, I
lost it. I couldn’t stop laughing,
nor could your Mommy and Poppy.
Once we got ourselves together again, we continued to play. You did more running around the fence
that protects home plate than the three of us did the whole time we played
pretend baseball with you. None of
us ever did get a chance to run all the bases but somehow and at some point you
insisted that a homerun was made!
With that we clapped and agreed that the game was finished. You then decided it was time to go and
play on the swing set. So off we
set for the parts of the park where the equipment is ‘real’ and watched you play
like a typical three year old: climbing, swinging and just having fun!
So Ellie, I guess my lesson learned this week has been
clearly taught to me by you. Yes,
all games have rules and yes, all games may be improvised, but each and every
one of us has an imagination with limitless boundaries. You have shown us how to use
imagination in a different light: where its purpose is to have pure and simple
fun. With you, each moment in time
holds a special memory because of your imagination El and I know this is just
one of many still yet to come!
I love you Best-Friend!
Mimi