Tornado Watching

It's tornado season here. A couple of them touched down in Kearney while I was on my way home from work.

It's Little League Season here. Frank mournfully watched the weather and suited up in his full uniform. I checked the weather and the game cancelation line before we left. The weather was not good and getting worse. According to the telephone game cancelation line, the game was still on. Everyone in the house knew better. Age, but also experience. It jades you.

It began raining as we pulled away from the house and we saw lightening when we passed the park. Frank sat anxiously in the back seat with his glove on. I love that detail. He was ready to hop out of the car and play just as soon as we got to the ballpark.

The last of the players from the early game were getting in their minivans and pulling out when we got there. That was the first time that Frank accepted that there would not be a baseball game that night. He slumped back in his seat.

"Sorry, hon," I said.

"It's ok," he said.

It wasn't ok, but that's ok, too. Life is all about anticipation and disappointment and enjoyment. I feel really fortunate to be here to see these feelings swell and fall in little people who are figuring out this life thing. I am proud to have a son who is optimistic enough to suit up and have his glove on just in case.