My Son: The Ball Player

My son is 6. And life would truly be boring without him...

Jace plays softball in a Miracle Youth League in our county. It's for kids up to age 18 that have a disability. Jace has cerebral palsy resulting from his birth at 24w gestation. We are blessed that it only mildly affects his motor skills so he's able to get out there and play pretty good...when he wants to. His attention span is about that of a fly! lol

So Sunday we arrive to the ball park all ready to play ball! I'm carrying Evie (2yr old daughter) who as soon as we start walking says, "Is hot." Which is a very accurate observation!

Jace plays his ball game where he periodically runs out of the dugout to me to let me know that ball players need to rest so he doesn't want to run anymore. He stands on the field (with his father at his side) and they are both looking bored out of their minds and fanning their shirts out. Can't blame them. After all "Is hot" out that day.

An hour later and the game is finally over...we're walking to the car. Dad and Evie ahead of us...Dad complaining we're never going again if it's over 80 degrees (Uh, hellO! It IS summer)... and Jace attempting to tell me something about, "coming here"
Here is our conversation:

Jace: " (inaudible) coming here (inaudible)"

Me: "What Jace?"

Repeat three times.

Me: "You like coming here?"

Jace: *stops walking & glares up at me* "I'd like to QUIT coming here!"

I can't wait for the next 4 Sundays! lol