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Equal Protection

October 18, 2012

My son’s coach shouts, “Protect, protect!”

Two strikes. The kid is sweating bullets. Doesn’t want to disappoint. Protect the plate, protect the team. “Protect, protect!” Widen the zone, shorten your swing. Make contact.

So easy in theory.

Not so much in practice.

“Protect, protect!”

I hear those words in the air all the time, not that it wasn’t maternally intrinsic before, but now there’s a voice that carries the word, the order. No longer predisposition, the instinct has wings and legs and a hundred eyes.  It hums behind my ear, breathes down my neck.

“Protect, protect!”

So every day I widen the zone. Shorten my swing. Try to make contact.

I don’t have to hit it out of the park; I just don’t want to strike out.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. October 18, 2012 8:42 am

  2. Bill S. permalink
    October 18, 2012 10:26 am

    I think that’s what every parent should strive for; not striking out. 😀

  3. October 19, 2012 11:31 am

    As someone who likes to ride a full count, I can tell you that “not striking out” is about as good as it gets some days! hahahahah

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