My Comfort Zone

   I like being a baseball mom.  You can eat popcorn and yell loudly without having to worry about much of anything.  I love seeing Jacob leaping in the air to make a catch.  I don't worry about how he lands back onto the ground.  If there is a play to be made, he will give it his entire effort to accomplish the task at hand.  Did I mention that I like being at the ball field? I feel comfortable there, and for the most part I have learned the rules.  That is good if I decide to yell at an umpire, which I have never done as of yet!  But if I wanted to, I could.

I feel comfortable watching our oldest son do all the stuff for a strong man contest.  He is trying to beat his personal best record.  It is fun to see how many times he can flip that big tractor tire.  No pressure on me...and I most certainly like that!  I can even bring pop corn and enjoy sitting in my lawn chair watching all the activities.

  I am not nearly as well schooled in football as I am in baseball, but I still like the game.  I am  busy learning the rules of the game, but there is popcorn so it isn't a bad way to spend the evening!  I can hoot and holler with the best of them, but I would never think to yell at the officials. I don't know enough about the rules, but I will learn.  Some day I too can be a momma that makes the toughtest officials shake in their boots.  Not really, I am too busy eating popcorn and taking pictures and yelling encouraging words to my son on the field.                             

But this....this is way out of my comfort zone.  Look, I can't even take good pictures of this!!  When she jumps and spins, I pray that she lands every step correctly.  I pray that she doesn't fall on her back side.  I pray that she doesn't make any mistakes and she does every step correctly.  I even hold my breath hoping that she smiles in all the parts that require a smile.  I can't even enjoy the ballet because I am so worried that she might miss a step and be broken hearted.  If I wasn't nervous enough about all of that, now I am also helping backstage with make up.  Oh my,  I am so out of my leaque backstage. It is nothing like a dugout at the ball field.  I don't mind helping in there. I am never in panic mode when I am in a dugout., but backstage is one big panic attack for me!  Oh, did I mention that there isn't any popcorn or picture taking during the ballet!  I don't even know what to do with my hands!!!!

grace and peace,
julie

If you live in the Greeneville, Tn. area, the ballet, Exodus the Story of Moses, is being presented this weekend.  We have a show Friday and Saturday night at 7:00 p.m.  There is also an afternoon show on Saturday and Sunday at 2:30.  It is going to be a beautiful ballet with several professional dancers coming to dance a few of the lead roles.  This isn't just a little kids show.  This is a true ballet with beautiful music, costumes, and dances.  We are blessed to have such a quality ballet here in our area.  Hope to see you there.