Ok so Brandon has been learning to play baseball for the very first time. He's been doing pretty good until a week ago when his mood just fell like a comet on fire from the sky. What happened between game 4 and 5? Was I too hard on him, not encourageing enough? It's like the old saying, "You can lead ahorse to water, but you can't make him drink." Well Brandon was far from the water hole and was turning himself into glue! You ever been to a baseball game where someone is rattleing the batter with..."Hey batter batter...saa- wing batter!" Brandon was psyching himself out and it was beginning to show. What can I do? Mom's always want thier kids to do well, but you can only do so much, and just how does a 7yr old cope with always striking out? It's tough I tell you.
Brandon was not looking forward to this week. He is ready to quit playing baseball. We have 3 games! Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. I tell you Monday was like trying to roll a dung beetle down a hill of molassas! We even had a tantrum in fustration (hitting the bat on the ground while yelling) Let me tell you he was stressed!
Come Wednesday I wasn't looking forward to trying to cheer him on. It had become a ritual of smiles and "You can do it buddy!"s Except today was going to be different!
Gma Polly came over to babysit the kids while I was keeping score at Mark Jr's track meet that afternoon and I left chicken defrosting and instructions on what to do with it for dinner because I would be picking Brandon up for his night game. To my surprise...Gm Polly had make the most wonderful, flavorful, most aromatic chicken I had ever smelled! Dinner was made when I arrive at 4:50pm that afternoon. All I could think was yum!!
I had already brought dinner from Carl's Jr in my feeble attempt to bribe Brandon in having a good attitude for the game, but Gma's chicken overwhelmed the house and him..he ate the kid's meal and a bowl of Gma's chicken.
That night it was like day into night...Brandon came to play! He was fielding, cheering his team mates on, and swinging (and missing )but he had the best game face on!
Just about all the parents and even the coach commented..."What did you feed that kid? What's gotten into him?" I couldn't answer...I was eating my carefully packed dinner of Gma's magical chicken...and then it hit!
I yelled "Grandma's chicken!"
Coaches recommendation for Saturday's game...
feed him Grandma's Magic Chicken for breakfast!
