Father of the Year?
I cut the grass tonight. As usual, I had to use a riding mower. That means I can’t see things before I run over them. Especially when they’re dark things.
Like baseball gloves.
Yep. I ran over Aiden’s baseball glove tonight. It completely shredded the thing. I felt horrible.
On the bright side, he really did need a new glove. This one was a T-Ball-sized glove and there was so little padding that it really hurt his hand when he caught line-drives while playing second base. I didn’t run out and buy him another glove because he played catcher most of the year. No need to buy him a glove that he wouldn’t use very much this year and might out-grow by next year. Oh yeah – have I mentioned how the boy is growing like a weed? We need to put a brick on his head or he’s going to be taller than his Momma before Thanksgiving. That’ s not allowed yet.
So now his glove looks like it was run through a heavy-duty, industrial-strength paper shredder. All hope is lost.
Yeah. I think this qualifies me for Father of the Year – don’t you? Maybe even Father of the Decade.
I think such an honor comes with a prize. Like a major award or something. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the UPS Guy, FedEx Guy, or USPS Gal come Monday morning in anticipation of my major award that’s sure to be delivered to me ASAP.
I’m sure it looks like this.
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Well, you do get points for the following:
1. Feeling bad enough to blog about it.
2. Mowing the lawn.
I know you feel bad, but isn’t it Aiden’s job to put his stuff away instead of leaving it lying on the lawn? On second thought, you ARE father of the year. Because my father would have said “Gee, I’m sorry honey. It must be really disappointing to have your glove destroyed.” And then left me to steep in the juices of my consequences.
After the initial shock of seeing his glove shredded to pieces, I did think, “Well, he shouldn’t have left it outside.” We even talked about that issue when I broke the news to him. I tried to act all, “Sorry ’bout your luck, kid,” but just couldn’t do it. I still felt bad.
Fortunately, he didn’t break down in tears or anything. So I think it was harder on me than it was on him. I think we’ve all turned the page now.
Now we need to go find a new glove so he can start breaking it in before next season.
Yep, every pastor needs a trophy like that one in their office. Try explaining that one.
Also, if that is the worst thing you do as father, then you do deserve the Father of the Decade.
-jack
Thanks, Jack! Unfortunately, that’s not the worst – by far. So maybe I’m out of the running for Father of the Decade.
And while the Leg trophy would certainly be a conversation starter, maybe I should just plan on figuring out a way to mount the shredded glove in my office and call that my Father of the Year Award.
But first, I’m going to wait and see if I actually get a wooden crate with “Fra-gee-lay” stamped on it in the mail sometime this week. 😉