Originally uploaded by ChiMoose
I'm a blessed man - I have two daughters. I wasn't always sure that would be a blessing . . . I grew up in a house with 3 boys, and didn't have the first clue what it would be like to have little girls.
As any dad can tell you, having daughters is incredible. You have instant hero status that will hopefully last a lifetime. I realized that playing dressups, Barbies and Polly Pockets can be fun (it's not all that different from the GI Joe I grew up with; instead of a kung fu grip, many of our Barbies sing).
I also learned that there's nothing cuter than ballet and piano recitals, and the first back walkover in gymnastics is a significant athletic feat. My oldest daughter has even begun to dabble in basketball, which I've coached for the last two years.
But as a boy, I spent my summers on a baseball field - and that's something I missed. Until now. For whatever reason, Ellie has decided that she's into baseball . . . it seems to have happened at her last Louisville Bats game; the first one she ever really tried to pay attention to.
She started requesting a baseball glove. Fearing that it was going to be a fashion accessory as opposed to sporting goods, I decided that if she was really interested, she could start learning to play catch - sans glove - with a tennis ball. Not only did she like it, but she's actually pretty good at it.
So last week, we made a pilgrimage to Dick's Sporting Goods and picked out baseball gloves for both girls (Avery always wants to do everything Ellie does!). We played catch together on Saturday afternoon, and before bedtime we oiled our gloves and tied them up with a shoelace to break them in (just like I did when I was a kid!).
We repeated the whole routine on Sunday, and will hopefully continue to do so throughout the summer. With any luck, I'll be back on the baseball field by next summer.