Balls. Everything is a ball. If its round, it is to be played with. The Christmas Tree Ornament that completely shattered everywhere when thrown to the ground expecting it to bounce back up. Easter Eggs were balls that cracked and didn't work in this kids eyes.
Maximus, whom I refer to as my Grand Finale, is child number four. My "if- I- didn't- do- it- right- with- the- other- three- kids, now- is- my- chance- to- make- it- up" finale. Moms, you know when you're done, you're done, and once we had four, we were good to go with completing our family, hence "grand finale".
Every child is different, most moms know. Our first son was the easiest, laid back, calm, went with the flow, a few separation challenges here and there that we all got thru together, just an easy going kid for the most part. My girls in between, well, that was all a blurr. I had them a year apart from each other all while selling and moving into a new home (another chaos story that we made it through!). Now my little man Maximus. When one of us gets upset with him, the others are there backing him up or taking him by the hand letting him know its ok. #4, yup, the love of all of our lives in this house.
So back to the balls, we did what anyone would do when they see their child has an interest in an activity, we signed him up for the Team! The big leagues, also known in our town as the "Mighty Mitts". That's right, it was time for this 3 year old to step up to the plate and we all knew how ready he'd be. We were excited about this big day for our guy. He was always running around with us to sport practice here, dance rehearsal there, acting as the families biggest fan no matter where we were headed, soccer, baseball. Now it was his turn and we all couldn't wait. Our endless "pitch to me" days were all put into play now.
So this is how the big day went...
