This morning, David wanted to play catch, so I went outside and we played, first with a frisbee and then with a bumpy football. The football is supposed to be easier to catch and throw.
You’re not very good at throwing the ball, Mommy.
I checked my inclination to object to the comment, first because it was true, and second because it made for good conversation. I told David how, when I was a child and had an opportunity to take golf lessons, I refused. I didn’t refuse because golf was a dumb game (that’s what I said), but because one of the foursome I’d be playing with was a friend who already golfed occasionally with her parents. I was too proud to be the worst golfer on the team.
But, we become better with practice. I’m sure as I become a better thrower, David will become a better catcher. I am praying that neither he nor I become too proud to learn. Guess that goes for being a godly mom, too.