The Hunt Continues . . .

(More T-ball Action Than You Probably Care to See of Someone Else's Child.)

In our on going effort to discover our children's hidden talents and life long desires we are continually trying out new extra curricular activities.  Signe professes a desire to be a veterinarian, and since you can't actually try that one out, we are going through a process of elimination. . . because knowing what your child should be when they grow up at the tender age of five, or six. . .or at least by ten, is vital.  So far we have eliminated cheer leading in our quest and I have to say, maybe T-Ball.

When Signe heard her friend was signing up for t-ball she was all for joining her.  I cheerfully signed her up and purchased the necessary equipment--almost. Shortly thereafter, Signe looked at me with her head cocked sideways and her nose scrunched and asked, "What is t-ball anyway?"

Perhaps that was not the best sign, but we plunged on undeterred--after all, the point of playing at age five is to learn the sport, right?

It might help the child learn the sport to have a parent who knew at least two things about the sport. . .like enough to have the forethought to purchase her child a mitt before showing up to practice--causing her child to be the only one catching the ball bare-handed.

Even still she enjoyed herself.

At one of her last games her Manna attended from out of state.  We sat on the sidelines and got a chuckle out of Signe's antics--and those of her teammates.  Her coach had a tendency to yell "Signe, keep your eye on the ball." (He also yelled this to the other kids.) This clearly made an impression Signe, because she certainly kept her eye on the ball as it rolled past her. . . and the time she managed to catch it and stand there like a deer caught in headlights while we all hollered frantic: "Run to third! Run to third!" to no avail. 

But it must be said she had fun.

After the game her Manna told her that she had done a good job. 

Signe replied: "Well, at first I wasn't very good, but then I learned to keep my eye on the ball!"  I can't argue with that (Except the couple times she got distracted by the grass, a dandelion, a worm, the clouds and a cute boy from preschool standing on third base.)

At least WE were all entertained.  And the whole team made vast improvement from start to end of season. Signe even hit a few thrown pitches, rather than just off the T.  We were suitably impressed.

Enjoyment aside, she confessed that perhaps she was not cut out for t-ball.  Soccer, now that sounds like fun.  (And I have to say the fact that she knows what soccer is and gets the general point of the game is greatly encouraging).

So with t-ball crossed off the list of Signe's talents and aspirations, we move on to soccer in the fall.  I'll keep you posted on that front.