Thrown a curveball

I hate to say I saw it coming.. But I did.

My wife and I are expecting a new-born almost any day now. The due date is within the first week of June.

I’ve never been a fan of ultra-sounds or finding out what sex the baby is, because for some reason it seems intrusive.

But since the wife wanted to use all of that technology, why not.

For months we were expecting a girl, so we planned accordingly. We had everything ready even a pink bath-tub.

Then, a few weeks ago, we went to the hospital only to find that what was supposed to be a little girl, showed us that we were all in the wrong.

(I used to wonder why the baby would never respond to me, when I called him a girl.)

I know the baby isn’t here yet, and the doctors could be wrong twice, but I have to say, to hear those words it’s a boy, brings an enormous amount of pride.

One because the family name will be carried on.. I hope. Sometimes men take the wife’s name for reasons unknown. (Seem’s like a deal breaker to me.)

Another reason is because although girls can throw a ball and can run and jump, I’ve always pictured myself throwing to a son.

Third, out of my family, I was the oldest child and I take pride in being the oldest brother.

I wasn’t always a perfect older brother, because we tend to have control issues.

I was a bully at times, but I love my brothers and would stand up for them as they would for me.

Biblically, it was the first born son that would enjoy all the glory, unless you were Joseph, with his coat of many colors.

You see this has been a pleasant curve ball.

Sometimes curve balls stink, like when your electric company finds out they have been undercharging you for the last four months and all of a sudden your bill goes from double to triple digit numbers.

The poor folks in the south who have had their homes and lives devastated by random tornadoes have experienced an unfortunate curve-ball.

Another curve ball in my life was when Bonnie and Curtis retired. (Though we saw it coming.)

I appreciate everything they have done for me and my family.

This couple is the most generous one I know and that speaks volumes of them and the God that they love.

I do enjoy our new owners as well and the direction of this paper. I look forward to being a part of it for years to come.

Sometimes life does throw you curve-balls, and sometimes they are very, very unfortunate, however don’t give up the fight.

These curve-balls often shape us and mold us into who we are or will be.

Some thrive on complaining about the curve-balls life brings, but I guarantee there are many more in a worse condition than the complainer.

It’s all about perspective. Play the victim and you will be one.

It’s better to press on, grieve a little bit, but dredge on.

This country was not built on complainers but rather doers.

Take site of the curve-ball focus and you can overcome it and make a game changing play.

With that said, whether boy or girl, my wife and I will raise our child in the best way we can because that baby deserves to be loved, no matter what.