“You are going to wear a cup.”
His eyes went wide as his brain tried to figure out how a drinking cup was going to go on his body. We stood in the “baseball” section of Dicks Sporting Goods. His younger brothers raced around the aisles and in and out of the baseball pants neatly organized on
circular hangers. They each held a $19.99 pair of red baseball gloves that they were sure Mom was going to purchase for them as soon as she finished some eye-to-eye conversation with Super Tall Guy.
“It’s called a cup. It’s protection for your balls.”
Blank stare as he contemplated how a baseball had anything to do with this and needed to be on his body.
“Super Tall Guy,” I whispered, “boys wear these shorts when they play baseball. There is a hard piece of plastic called a cup which is to protect their private area from getting hit with a ball.”
“I’m NOT wearing that!” he stressed.
“Oh yes, you are.”
“No way – it will make me look big down there. I don’t want to be big. People will notice.”
I laughed inwardly, “Honey, apparently guys want to be big down there” 🙂
“Now into the fitting room.”
“I’m NOT trying that on.”
“Oh yes, you are. And hurry up, we’re going to be late for your second practice.”
“Tell them to get out of the room.”
Right – you want me tell wild, maniac 4- and 6-year-old dudes to sit quietly outside the fitting room door (without peeking under the door)?!? “Okay, Mr. Ornery and The Little Guy, sit here while Mom helps Super Tall Guy.”
“Now, honey…quick….put this on.”
His dark brown skin turned a nice shade of pink.
- Cleats – right….because those are different than soccer cleats (which we have) and football cleats (so that parents can spend a fortune if kids play different sports!)
- Baseball pants – huh, don’t have any of those yet…
- Glove – got that! (birthday gift this year just for fun)
- Bat is not essential but most boys bring their own – got that! (from the birthday. It’s metal, it’s dangerous and has sat in a closet for months to avoid concussing other children)
- She didn’t mention ball cap, but from the look of the field, Super Tall Guy is the only one who’s mother can’t remember to grab one from the house!
- And cup. “Okay, tell me honestly about that,” I said. “Because I’m clueless.” She laughed, “I was too.”
I love parents. I love parents of boys, especially of just boys, because they get it! They know that the kids are dusty because they just somersaulted down the hill. They know that I just opened the minivan door in the parking lot and found the younger two buck naked in there! They know that we spent the entire beach vacation arguing over who was sitting beside whom. They know that I search for a Mute button while pointing a remote at the boys. They know that the couch pillows are torn and duct-taped together from pillow fights and couch trampoline events. They just know. And I know to turn to them and start the conversation because sometimes I need to be reminded that yes, the boys are “normal” and “going to be okay” and will “eventually grow up.”
My job is to love and encourage and protect (every inch of them) along the way!