Jackson's Sunshine

I am not sure who Elizabeth Stone is.  I googled her and she’s an author and apparently well received by those who love her.  All I know is she said this:

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone

How profound.  Little league baseball has taught me how true this is.  It’s AGONIZING to watch your child strike out, not fit in and wonder why all of it happens to him.  I am at a loss to explain. Sometimes things just happen. Mean kids hit home runs…the sweet kids strike out.  What is that!? I recall as a kid noticing these injustices and pondering a similar question. 

The boy being who he is accepts my answer without argument. Sometimes things just happen.  God has a plan for everyone and everything. Mean kids win because as some point there loss may be so profound it will change who they are; which is what they need.  Or perhaps nice kids are built with an awareness and a resilience that they are groomed to one day help the mean kids find their kinder side.  One never knows and I could go on forever and never find THE answer. I don’t believe there is a definite answer.

I know Jackson played ball last night and he hit 3 times.  He is so excited that he hit the ball he just sort of stood there stunned watching the ball sore overhead.  This resulted in an out at first. He was sad. He makes a face that tells me he wantsto cry but is working to NOT and that pains me more than anything.  Watching your child suffer a heartbreak even if it’s just little league is gut wrenching.  So we stole from the wonderful Carol Burnett and use the ear tug as a symbol of my love and affection for both of the kids especially during tough times.  I used my ear tug last night.  He tried to smile and shook his head.  Later in the car on the way home he said ‘I saw our secret language mom…thank you!’ and I was like YES!!!! He remembered, my timing was dead on and it helped! WOO HOO!!!!

Jackson went on to hit 2 more times scoring one 1 and a little guy struck out making the 3rd out so Jackson had to leave base and come on back to the dugout.  He didn’t care becausehe got on base.  That’s all he wants. He’s so simple and easy to please. I just love that child! I am not sure how I got so lucky as to get to spend a life with him.  But I won't question for too long.  I'd rather enjoy it.



Do you have any secret symbols or means of communication with your kiddos you’d like to share? Consider creating something with them if they are receptive.  My kids feel special because of this.  They have a tie to me that’s unique to just us 3.  It’s love disguised as an innocent gesture but speaks to your heart when used.  Provide me your thoughts ladies! Happy Tuesday!

Karen