Cup on the table

(I wrote this last week, but did not want to change all the days around.)

As you all know we have been involved in sports for at least four years with Jaxson....golf, soccer, swimming, and basketball. Well this past month we have taken on a new sport and it has caused quite the emotional stir for me.

Jaxson decided he wanted to give baseball a try, which was fine with us. We had always wanted him to try it, but he had never shown any interest til now... maybe it has to do with his two of his best friends playing, but whatever it is, he is really excited. He has been to one practice up until yesterday, one because of weather and two we were out of town for Spring Break.

So, yesterday on the way home from school he announces that he needs a cup for practice. I knew that the boys needed one for games, but was unaware that he needed it for practice. I called Nick and told him, and he stopped on the way home and picked one up....and thus the hilarity ensued! I cannot really believe or describe how much seeing the actual cup freaked me out.  I grew up with sisters and have never really seen one up close and personal before. Watching him put it on and struggle to walk around was so funny, and I had to contain my laughter for fear of embarrassing him. However to my shock and horror he took it out and started handling it. The cup goes in this little pouch inside some special underwear, but he was putting it on his head, joking of course, and then actually set it down on the kitchen table....YUCK. I actually screamed like a little girl seeing a spider on wall. I let him know that he needed to keep it in his room and not anywhere near the kitchen!

To be quite honest, I am not sure why this little piece of plastic evoked such a strong reaction. It really is no big deal. I think it has to do with the fact that he is growing up so fast and I cannot believe that he will be nine this month. I think about all the horrifying conversations that I will be having in the next few years and I am seriously not ready! I just want to freeze him and keep him little forever. I know this is not possible, and I think I am going to have to really prepare myself for this next stage of his life or else I may do more harm than good. I am pretty sure screaming is not a good response to, what's a virgin....and that's a whole other blog post ;-)