Suck It Up...

"Suck it Up" is what I told him when he said he wanted to sit on the bench the rest of the game.

It was a hot, sweltering, Hell-like 100 degrees outside.

They were not having a good game,
It just wasn't their night,
There were errors, and just plain old bad luck running rampant on that baseball field,
It was the first time they were getting beat BAD this season.
It was NOT one of their funner games.

"Suck it Up" was what I told him when he told me his hand hurt when he batted.
This came after I watched him play all day with no pain what-so-ever.

"You play in in the bad games just like you do win your winning... Go Play!"

"Suck It Up" is what I told him when he said he wanted to go home.
"The game is almost over, we'll do better Monday baby.. hang in there."

"Suck It Up" is what I told him when I dropped him off at the end of the driveway when we got home and told him to bring the trash-cans down the long driveway to the house.

"It's amazing how your hand only hurts when you don't want to do something and it's fine when you are getting your way."

"Suck it Up" is what I told him 2 hours later in the ER when he couldn't pick out a cool color for his cast that was now on his Fractured Thumb!

"Suck It Up" is what I'm telling him today when he points out that if he would have been born to a Good Mother, she would have taken his pain a little more seriously.

... I suck.