Did that sound a bit salty? Maybe...just a bit of post traumatic stress....needing some therapy....tennis therapy...time to hit a ball or two with my racquet.
Why am I going on about Meatball Man? Oh, I don't know. Perhaps I am reflecting on the days when my son would say to me: "Mom, I want to become a marine biologist....but live in Pennsylvania...." Why not Iowa?
"Mom, I want to be a priest. They only work on Sundays...." That lasted 1 minute.....
"Mom, I want a job where I can make mistakes all the time..." What mother doesn't want to hear those words?
Of course, the desire and commitment to higher education has turned into a passion for a sport and therefore, the major continues to change and morph into a convoluted journey. Currently, he is taking Spanish, marketing, and two communication courses. This is a bit of a hodge podge and I may see where it leads by the end of next year when he either graduates or is in the minor leagues.
Speaking of baseball, let's go onto the next subject. "Mom, my knees are sore." OK, well then, do not run until they feel better.....of course, this fell onto deaf ears when he reported: "The knees are still sore and I saw a trainer after I worked out." Hmmm...two things...1. he has not been cleared to return to training 2. why the heck would he run knowing that there was something weird going on with his knees?
And so, the big guy comes home on Friday morning for the week and will either be cleared by the doctor or told to stay out of the gym for a longer period of time.
He has time to prepare for the season. His grades are great (yes, that is what I said...great) and he can hit the gym with full force when he is cleared. Until then, grab the remote control and open a textbook, write a paper, get some sleep....I got an idea...call your momma every now and then...She would love to hear from someone who is not complaining that they did not get an A for a two paragraph term paper.
Gotta go read more papers....have a good day!