Saturday, December 13, 2014

This is not a lacrosse blog


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.

7 comments:

  1. Oh my god. The stories I could tell about my children becoming so much more and so different than I ever could have expected!
    Carry on. And be astonished.

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  2. 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

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  3. I 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!

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  4. So true. I think that's what my fish-turning-into-cats dream was all about.

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  5. The glories, and dangers, of having boys! x0 N2

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  6. Aint that the truth. They are each an unfolding mystery.

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  7. A damn mystery indeed. That sums up my experience right now perfectly.

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