Tuesday, August 20, 2013

It's the little things

I just remembered I have a blog. It's been a while. My head hasn't been in the blogging game. And that's OK. There's a lot going on, usual and unusual.

But today I had a moment and I want to share. My boy started baseball. Today was his second practice. He's way behind timewise (and otherwise). I thought I was being so on-the-ball signing him up, but it turns out the other boys on his team have been playing for two years. Um...he's 5.  So yeah, my kid's first time running the bases was tonight while the other kids can catch fly balls and do heaven knows what else. As a parent that makes me feel awesome. (Not really.)

That's OK. We're sticking it out at least through the season.

The other thing is...well, my child doesn't really like to listen to instructions. If he thinks it's boring he'll just start doing his own thing. So what if the team is doing their stretches and he's sprawled out on the grass? No biggie. So what if he's asked to run from point A to B and he runs from point A to, say, G? G must've had better shade.

I'm not going to be pushy. This is supposed to be fun, right? We're supposed to learn things like camaraderie, teamwork and discipline, right?

Thankfully, everything is low-key and his coach is extremely patient. (Next year, I'm told, is when things start getting really serious.)

It was his turn to bat. The coach was showing him the proper way to stand. I was sitting behind him in the bleachers and gave a little, "Alright, Jed!"

He turned around in that oversized helmet and gave me a look of surprise. After all, this is new to him, not accostomed to his mom shouting random bits of encouragement from the stands. Once the surprise wore off he gave me the sweetest smile I have ever seen. My insides melt at the thought of it.

Once again, I'm reminded it's the little things that make life worth living. This picture isn't that great and you can't see his face. But I still can. I'll carry that smile with me forever.



Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Piece de Resistance

The piece de resistance of the Utah Shakespeare Festival, for me, surprisingly wasn't Shakespeare. It was their fabulous production of Twelve Angry Men. Three words: Go see it! After the play ended, I've never seen an audience leap so fast to its feet for a standing ovation.

Twelve jurors must decide the fate of a boy accused of killing his father. That's it in a nutshell. The movie is one of my favorites, but this is loads better than the movie. Live theater almost always is.

The actors are outstanding! Each character brings his personality, quirks, and prejudices to the table. But there's another secret weapon: pacing. The facts of the case, the backgrounds of the jurors, the emotional highs and lows--everything is paced so perfectly.

After the play, three of the actors came on stage for a brief Q & A. Someone asked if the actors ever ad lib. One replied that it's impossible to go off script with this one and if you did, the bottom would fall out. That's how perfectly the puzzle fits together.

If you can make it to Cedar City, seriously, go see it. I'm determined to go back and take Bob next time.

(Photography wasn't allowed in the theater. For some reason I think that, if possible, every blog post should have a picture to go with it. I got the above picture from www.bard.org and will gladly remove it upon request.)