Lately I've been hearing voices in my head. It’s usually at night when I’m trying to sleep. It sounds something like this:
Hey batter look at me, I’m a monkey in a tree.
Or ...
Walk her, walk her, just like Betty Crocker … go Betty, go Betty, go!
If you've never been to a girls’ softball game, you don’t know what you’re missing. Oh my goodness. There is never a quiet moment. The cheering never stops.
I thought of my middle daughter, the pitcher. How does she concentrate with that racket going on? Isn't it distracting? She gets to hear ...
Watch the pitcher, watch-watch the pitcher. Is she high, is she low – is she fast, is she slow? Watch the
pitcher …
Or ...
Rolling, rolling, the pitcher’s going bowling!
I got my answer the other night after Taylor’s game. She ran over to me as soon as it was over. “Hey Mom, did you see my bunt?”
Hey batter look at me, I’m a monkey in a tree.
Or ...
Walk her, walk her, just like Betty Crocker … go Betty, go Betty, go!
If you've never been to a girls’ softball game, you don’t know what you’re missing. Oh my goodness. There is never a quiet moment. The cheering never stops.
I thought of my middle daughter, the pitcher. How does she concentrate with that racket going on? Isn't it distracting? She gets to hear ...
Watch the pitcher, watch-watch the pitcher. Is she high, is she low – is she fast, is she slow? Watch the
pitcher …
Or ...
Rolling, rolling, the pitcher’s going bowling!
I got my answer the other night after Taylor’s game. She ran over to me as soon as it was over. “Hey Mom, did you see my bunt?”
I couldn’t believe she had to ask.
“Of course I saw your bunt! I was sitting right behind home plate. I cheered before the first pitch, and then I screamed super-loud as you ran to first base. I embarrassed Emily for heaven’s sake. You didn’t even hear me?”
She tilted her head. “Nope - didn’t hear you.”
Now I was baffled.
“Well, what about when you’re pitching? I’m always cheering for you when you’re pitching.”
“Nah. I just block it out.”
As I sit here in my office, I am keenly aware that I’ll soon need to learn how to block out some other noises around here. Today is the last day of school – and tomorrow my home will become a place of commotion and chaos. I’m okay with that, until I need to write.
I can’t concentrate with girls giggling or sisters screaming or a piano pounding or music blaring or doors slamming. And then there’s the ever-popular interruptions, like “How soon ‘til we eat?” and “Tell her to stay out of my room!”
“Of course I saw your bunt! I was sitting right behind home plate. I cheered before the first pitch, and then I screamed super-loud as you ran to first base. I embarrassed Emily for heaven’s sake. You didn’t even hear me?”
She tilted her head. “Nope - didn’t hear you.”
Now I was baffled.
“Well, what about when you’re pitching? I’m always cheering for you when you’re pitching.”
“Nah. I just block it out.”
As I sit here in my office, I am keenly aware that I’ll soon need to learn how to block out some other noises around here. Today is the last day of school – and tomorrow my home will become a place of commotion and chaos. I’m okay with that, until I need to write.
I can’t concentrate with girls giggling or sisters screaming or a piano pounding or music blaring or doors slamming. And then there’s the ever-popular interruptions, like “How soon ‘til we eat?” and “Tell her to stay out of my room!”
Like every summer, I’ll have to re-learn how to block it all out. Eventually, I’ll be like Taylor at her games. I won’t even notice. Then before I know it, all three girls will head back to school.
Of course then I won’t be able to concentrate - it'll be way too quiet.
Of course then I won’t be able to concentrate - it'll be way too quiet.
