I said to hubby, “Well, do you think I will have any interaction?” He says, “What?” I said, “You know. Will anyone notice or care that I am there?” Now, don’t take this the wrong way. I don’t mean that in a self centered, narcissistic kind of way. I know that when you are at a baseball game, you go to watch the baseball game. But since I don’t like to watch baseball, I go to enjoy watching my family enjoy watching a game. BUT they are all men, and usually any comments and discussion about the game go to other men. Not good ol’ mom!
No one cares about my thoughts and opinions on a baseball game. I envisioned sitting there growing slowly cold, getting hungry watching everyone eat all this STUFF I can’t eat, watching a sport I don’t particularly care about, and not being engaged in any of the conversations about the game. It isn’t as if they are little any more. They don’t want me to help them with ANYTHING. And most of the time any attention I give them is brushed aside or unwanted to begin with.
My point to hubby was that if they would enjoy me just going along, I would certainly endure it with a smile on my face as I enjoy watching them enjoy, but if no one is particularly going to notice my absence, then I would stay home and get a few things done in the peace and quiet.
I felt guilty for even suggesting it. Shouldn’t I gobble all the minutes I have with these boys while they are here? Wouldn’t a good ol’ mom go and have fun and be one of the guys? And I HAVE done that very thing on more occasions than I care to count! It is my life. It is anyone woman’s life when she is the only woman in a house full of men! And truly I am blessed. I love it!
I love my men. I love their rambunctious, lovable behavior. I love the football. I love the crazy badminton games in the yard. But I truly do HATE baseball. I DO. And I hate hot dogs. If I ever quit being a vegan and ate meat, I would never ever, ever eat a hot dog! Really. Truly! So, I would be going, why? It seemed like a time for a boy’s night out with dad to me! They were meeting up with my hubby’s brother and his son. What in the world would I do? So, I put it to my boys.
