It's all fair.

It's been on my mind since my girls were little.  How can I possibly keep things fair? Even?  Although I tell them it all comes out even, what my heart really wants to tell them is that is impossible for it to ever be fair.  Life isn't fair.  Tough lesson.  Learn it now and adulthood will be much easier.  There is no possible way for me to all the time make it completely even.  Unless, of course, I go the drastic route; everybody has the same snack, the same dessert, the same clothes, the same social life, etc.  Not really how I like to treat my kids.  Doesn't really even fall in line with the "values" I hope to instill in my kids.

With all that being said, having twins throws a major curve ball into the learning "it's not all fair" game.  I don't want either of the boys judged as not as smart, not as good a baseball player, not as tall, not as outspoken, etc as the other one.  It gives them(and me) a sense of one being inferior.  I guess I'm finally able to put a finger on why I am so defensive when someone points out a difference in the two.  Who cares?  Why bring it up?

So as my previous post mentioned, Caleb received the game ball the other night.  He played an awesome game making 2 outs.  On Monday night, Joshua received the game ball.  His coach told me before the game that there were 2 boys that still needed to get the game ball.  He was uncomfortable leaving any of them "ungiven" for the last game.  Just too big a risk.  He told me that he would be looking for anything Josh did to warrant the game ball.

Wouldn't you know it - the ball didn't come to Josh one time.  He was on second, third, the outfield and at catcher.  The only time he touched the ball was when the umpire threw it to him to give to the other coach to set on the tee.  Caleb on the other hand had several hit his way.  I felt so bad for Josh.  Thankfully, he is a bigger team player than his Mother and just relishes in the fact that his team is getting players out.  I just wanted so much for him to make a big play and get to bow up his chest a little.  His day will come.  I know it will.  And I know life will not be even for them.  But boy is it hard on Momma when it's not for these little identical fellas!

He is a Super Fast base runner!