My DAd said,”Actually no I did not know that thank you very much. I thought you loved doing band and choir because you got to hang out with your friends. I thought you loved it of all things I would have thought that you wanted to not do softball and do band and choir.”
At that moment I noticed that the car had just pulled into the driveway and mom was standing in the middle of the driveway. I said,” Can we discuss this with mom?”
He said,” Yes but I want you to think about what I had said.”
I said ,”I will think about it if you will think about what I had said.”
He looked at me and nodded. I had won that battle I thought.
Eating Lunch
We were at the table eating. And nobody said a word at all until the end when they were both looking at each other.
My mom’s look was devious like she was going to make a master plan to make me stop playing softball. I looked at both of them and finally said,” Ok if you guys are even going to think about trying to make me stop playing softball it is not going to be a good week.”
My mom looked and said in a dark voice,”Is it is it really going to be that bad because I don’t think it is going to be because nobody knows you better than me,” She started to get a softer voice ,”and I know that you want to be the best girl that you can possibly be.”
I said,” Well, yeah who wouldn’t want to be their best they can possibly be.”
My mom looked at my dad and laughed because she was probably thinking what I was. Anyway, she looked and
“ Got it, I can try my best to make it, but no promises.” I said
Once my dad got home, my mom called a family meeting in my room. I had this weird look on my face because I was super confused.
“Mandy, your dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.” Being the bright-eyed eight year old I was, I would have never suspected what was going to escape my mom’s lips next.
I took another deep breath and went back around one last time. This time my mom got out of the car to look from the outside. I came around the corner and went through my memorized steps of parallel parking. After I finished my mom came to the window and exclaimed, “That was great! But can we go home now?”
Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.
The long series of events started when I was seven years old and my parents signed me up for Bobby Sox softball. I soon grew to love the sport and came back to the organization every year until I turned ten. I stopped playing for the league and tried out for a local travel ball team and made it. I soon had a career out of playing travel ball, it was my whole life. I had been on many teams and created many memories. As I got older, I didn’t enjoy playing softball as much as I did before. I was scared to tell this my dad this because he had high hopes that I would play in college. When I told my dad that I wanted to quit softball, I learned that I need to do what makes me happy even if it disappoints people.
I looked at my mom with big eyes, and then I started to laugh. My mom joined me, but I do not think she had a clue what I was
Baseball sign-ups were ending that week, and that’s when I realized that, that moment would change the rest of my life. My mom asked me to sign the paper, but I denied it and announced that I wasn’t going to do baseball. After that came out of my mouth, mom was in shock because I loved the sport so much. Later in the day, I thought about it and was a little nervous because I was worried that I would want to go back to baseball. When I told all of my friends, they were surprised as well. A few days past on and some kids were picking on me, but it didn’t get to me because they will be watching me in the “Masters Championship” (the “Masters” is when the best of the best compete to see who the best golfer is that year).
I was still up when my mother got home late that night. “Mom? Can we talk?” I asked.
when she asked a question I was almost embarrassed to answer. “Mom, did you go to college?” I just
“Why didn’t she play you?” my mom asked with a confused look on her face.
“Ok, I guess we won’t.” my mom started to tear up, and seconds later the tears came rolling down her face, like a child rolling down a hill.
After lunch Saturday afternoon, my mom confronted me and told me that she hasn’t been too happy with my attitude lately so she decided to take my phone away to see if maybe that would help. “What attitude?” I thought in a snotty voice in my head that apparently came out of my mouth at the same time. Suddenly my mom’s expression turned from slightly disappointed to a cold hard stare as she slowly dragged out an “Excuse me young lady?”
My mom wasn’t pleased at all. She made a comeback by defending me, saying that
“I’m sorry to say this, but mom and I talked and we decided that it would be best if you only did two sports, so you are going to have to