Sometimes “conscious #uncoupling” is not quitting–especially if it involves you, your family, and over-commitment.
Phil grew up in a world that centered around sports: Friday night football games and summers spent at the Little League field define much of his childhood.
When he said he wanted to sign Emma up for softball, I said, “Sure. What did Emma say?”
“She’s got a great arm, she just needs to get there, you know, hear the chatter on the bench, feel those butterflies when she steps up to the plate, get into the zone, just her and the ball….”
Was this a monologue from Field of Dreams? “Uhh…Phil?”
He blinked, his reverie shattered. “What?”
“So she wants to do it?”
“Yeah, she’ll be happy when she gets there.”
Hmmm. Not exactly a ringing endorsement, but….ok. I’ll butt out of this one.
But it wasn’t long before I felt the need to butt back in. When Emma was supposed to be finding her uniform for practice, she…
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