Monday, April 5, 2010

Softballs are NOT soft!

Okay, so here we are at softball practice....I am kicked back in my mama chair reading "Eating Animals" by Jonathan Safran Foer when all of a sudden I hear that blood curdling scream that makes every parent's knees buckle. You know the one - when you KNOW without looking that it is YOUR child. Dear oh dear. I looked up and saw my sweet baby girl standing at second base with her hand over one eye, screaming and looking frantically for her mama with the other one. Needless to say I thought I was going to throw up. In that split second of wanting to chop the softball to bits with a hatchet for inflicting such pain upon my baby, logic somehow kicked in and kept repeating "Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic - DON'T PANIC!!" After some tylenol from a better prepared (or maybe veteran) parent and an ice pack from the concession stand, I assured her that she was okay and calmed her down, then praised her for doing such a good job stopping the ball (part of me felt completely heartless for suggesting such a thing!) and told her it was her turn to bat (again, feeling completely heartless). I was afraid if I just scooped her up and ran home it would have put an end to her wanting to play softball and I was trying to be supportive and encouraging without being the fretful panicky mother than I KNOW I am. So, what does Hannah do? She gets up, wipes her nose where she had been crying, puts on her batting helmet (courtesy of Uncle Jimmy and Cousin Jamie via Tanzie Brown's house!) and knocks it to the outfield. That is my GIRL!! I have never been so proud of her. She is so much stronger than I am. And, I told her that we can learn something from everything that this case it is to GET THAT GLOVE UP! But gosh, even though I try to be positive about the whole thing, her eye just breaks my mama heart into a million pieces :(

Day One - Thursday - Impact :(

Day Two - Friday
Seeing her sporting that shiner while laying in her bed with all of that sweet pink gingham around her and holding onto Mr. Snuggly (whom she so dearly loves) just made me want to cry. :'(

Day Three - Saturday
All I can say is she is ONE TOUGH COOKIE.

Day Four - Easter Sunday.
She is beautiful - black eye and all!

Today is Day Five - Monday......we have practice tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed.


  1. At least you KNOW that she's safe while at bat! Trust me, that face guard has been hit with a ball before and handled it just fine. I'm proud of both of you!!

  2. I just hope it doesn't make her gun shy. That is the thing that I am most afraid of...that's why I wanted her to go right back out there (kind of). I had told some of the girls at church about it when we were practicing for Easter because Hannah was kinda upset about people seeing her at Church. Anyways...almost everyone I had told about it made it a point to come tell Hannah how beautiful she was in her Easter dress. It was very touching and meant a lot to me. :)