I've been anxiously awaiting Elijah's upcoming T-ball season to begin. Ever since Liz mentioned it to me several weeks ago, I've been looking forward to helping him learn the game and watch him have fun with it. He's using Noah's hand-me-down glove, and we got him hooked up with other necessary practice gear. We were set. We met the coach, had a practice, it was great. He is/was having fun with it until mean ol' Dad (me) demanded too much, too soon; and a nice little father-son, Saturday afternoon practice session in the park turned into hurt feelings and backward progress.
My hat goes off to all the patient Dads out there. I do try, but dangit! Is it an aquired skill? Is it learned from development? Either way, I am definitely lacking.
Oy! Very frustrating.