Jump to content

Providing independent coverage of the Minnesota Twins.

The Store

Subscribe to Twins Daily Email

The Forums

Twins players season predictions

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 03:32 PM
Saw a "bold predictions" at the other MN site, but thought it would be interesting what the smarter fans would have to say here. I am cop...

Article: Sizing Up The Competition: Kansas City Royals

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 03:21 PM
I watched it all unfold, but I still have a hard time comprehending it. It feels weird -- almost oxymoronic -- to utter the phrase "Ameri...

Keith Law's Top 100

Twins Minor League Talk Today, 02:58 PM
You obviously need an Insider account to view the full list with his scouting notes, but Law put out his Top 100 today:   http://ins...

Article: First Round Busts?

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 03:21 PM
For the Minnesota Twins, two events in this past week bookend a disappointing era for first-round draft picks.On Friday it was announced...

2014-2015 MLB Offseason Moves Thread

MLB Baseball Today, 02:45 PM
First "big" trade of the offseason went down today with Adam Lind moving from the Blue Jays to the Brewers for Marco Estrada in a move th...


Photo

Gush (v 12.0)

Posted by John Bonnes , 25 August 2014 · 1,214 views

I hope you'll allow me this non-baseball topic on my blog today. We had our last "first-day-of-school" picture today with both kids, as The Chatty Chatty Princess™ starts her senior year and The Boy™ has his first day in high school. It brought to mind TCCP's first day of kindergarten, a day I missed, but documented twelve years ago on my new "TwinsGeek.com" blog with this story:


------------------------------


He didn't feel the gush that everyone said he would feel the first time he held her in his arms. He frowned. "I've never been especially good about feeling emotions."

There was excitement to be sure. And a feeling of amazement. But mostly the infant seemed like an infinite puzzle to be pieced together. They had a job to do. She needed to eat. Sleep. Learn she was a part of a family.

She would cry from the moment he came home from work, and he would walk around the house with her, showing her the curtains, the flowers, the Kirby Pucket face-on-a-stick; anything to distract her from her exhaustion or hunger for five minutes and then five minutes more. "She was happy before you came home, honest."


---------------------------------


Shortly after the colic passed, they watched her roll onto her back. Six eyes grew wide and looked at each other. She immediately began working on rolling the other way. And then crawling. And walking. And talking. Definitely talking.

And with each victory, came more self-assuredness.

Now they had a new job to do. Limits needed to be set and erased. Challenges needed to made and met. Illusions needed to be poked. Usually, the toughest part of the job was knowing when to hold a hand and when to turn away. When to watch out for her without watching her.

It was one of these times that he realized he felt the gush. He hadn't loved her at the hospital. He had fallen in love with her at home. And that was infinitely better.


---------------------------------


Yesterday, his wife held her hand until she delivered her to her first kindergarten class - and then she turned away, and walked home.

He hadn't gone. He had gone to work, like he did everyday. It was no big deal. It certainly wasn't for his daughter. Just new friends to play with. A new adult to charm. New toys, and art projects and songs to sing. Not so very different than another activity hour at the community rec center.

But as he drove to work, he realized he knew better.

It was not so long ago. He remembers his kindergarten and Mrs. Manfred. First grade and Miss Oeschlager. His hurry to clear the next hurdle, face the next challenge, race to adulthood.

He sees it in her. She can't grow up fast enough. The blessed quandary about when to hold a hand or turn away will be less frequent now. And he wasn't there this morning because it WAS a big deal.

So on I-94, he found himself struggling to wipe underneath his glasses, as too few memories triggered too many emotions for his eyes to hold. There was sadness. And pride. And the gush. But mostly there was life's intense taste when one is lucky enough to get a full dose.

And he sighed. "I've never been especially good about feeling emotions."

  • rukavina likes this



Senior year will be a rush (and gush) for her.

 

And hurry by for you ... and then there will be next year.

 

Life goes on.

  • Report
Photo
alskntwnsfn
Aug 25 2014 07:57 AM

Well said. 

  • Report

I feel old now.  I remember reading your blog back in 2002 or2003.  It was your second season blogging as there were a few articles from the previous season.  when your kids were in elementary school.  I found your blog In a web search for Twins news on accident. I went on to your site and read and article or 2 and it was exactly the kind of news I wanted to read about so I started reading the previous articles and went back to the previous season. I have been reading your stuff ever since.

  • Report

It's a story I'd told many times, but I was really bored, so I did a Yahoo search for "Twins Dork" and got Twins Geek... 

 

This is one that I remember from way back when! Good stuff!

  • Report