This time we're in San Diego, and Henry played two games of box lacrosse today. I know even less about box lacrosse than I do about regular lacrosse, but it looked as violent and crazy as ice hockey and the players had no pads. I took the photo above at the moment Henry crashed into the wall. Instead of screaming, I took a photo. Don't judge me -- for not screaming. I confess to actually enjoying the mayhem. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that this creature came out of my body sixteen years ago. Let's face it -- who your babies grow up to be is a damn mystery, and you can only watch it unfold, your heart pounding as they thud up against the glass, a tangle of sticks and grunts and blur, before they're gone.
Oh my god. The stories I could tell about my children becoming so much more and so different than I ever could have expected!
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I do not know what box lacrosse is, but my son tried many sports before he found lacrosse. I was determined not to get involved because I was sure he would soon lose interest. I got sucked in so hard I still miss watching him play. Gail
ReplyDeleteI never understood playing (and enjoying) those games where people crash into each other. I am just not that kind of person. (I've never even HEARD of "box lacrosse.") I imagine there is a certain wonder and terror in watching your children evolve into their own people!
ReplyDeleteSo true. I think that's what my fish-turning-into-cats dream was all about.
ReplyDeleteThe glories, and dangers, of having boys! x0 N2
ReplyDeleteAint that the truth. They are each an unfolding mystery.
ReplyDeleteA damn mystery indeed. That sums up my experience right now perfectly.
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