This year my niece decided that we needed to play waffle ball on Easter Sunday afternoon at my mother’s house. After much texting and phoning everyone was on board. My husband was given the job of seeing that we had the equipment required.
For those of you that have never experienced waffle ball it is nothing more than a plastic ball with holes in it and a plastic bat. The ball can be the devil to throw because it must be thrown hard enough to make it go straight. It can also be difficult to hit because it is so small.
When my family arrived at my mother’s house the others were already waiting with eager anticipation. My baby brother, he’s fifty, was present. My other brother, who passed away ten years ago, children were there, along with his wife who had since remarried and her husband. So with all the in-laws, outlaws, boyfriends and girlfriends there were a total of sixteen people. We had more than enough players to divide up into nice size teams. My mother, the matriarch of this crowds decided to be the scorekeeper.
The rules were that married couples could be on the same team. There were four of them. No boyfriends or girlfriends could be on the same team. That left the few who didn’t fall into any category to be divided up.
Let the game begin. Thankfully my mother’s large backyard is perfect place to play waffle ball. Those with competitive personalities soon showed their colors. Those who had trouble batting had a problem throughout the entire game. Those who had difficulty getting beyond first base without being put out, like me, dreamed of second base the whole game.. Those who hadn’t played in forever, like my brother, spent a great deal of time on the ground beside bases.
But along with all of that was the laughter, the smiles, the bonding, the ribbing over who was the better player, mother who was happy to have her family altogether. Easter afternoon playing waffle ball would forever be a wonderful memory.
By the way, my team won. That means my husbands didn’t and he so loves to win. I didn’t mention it but six or seven times on the hour drive home.
What has your family done together that helped to create great memories?