Today I met Joe Carter

Today I met Joe Carter. Not only did I get to meet him I got to watch (from the pitching mound I might add) as he hit a 3-run home run to win the 1993 World Series in the bottom of the 9th in Game Six.

Here he is as he "Touches 'em all" at the Sky Dome. Actually he "touched 'em all" about 9 times!

I thought this would be the hard part of parenting. I'm not very imaginative.

I grew up with the most amazing bedtime stories from my dad. There were amazing adventures involving Darrel the Dragon, Mont Merencie the mouse and Bongo & Coconut on their tropical island. The bar was set high! So I tried to tell my Little Man a bedtime story once. It went like this: "There were once some people, they did stuff, and the lived happily ever after". I just don't have this gift of imagination.

How am I going to foster the creative juices and imagination if I, as an adult, have lost it? How do I turn sheets and couch cushions into a tent in Africa on safari or an igloo at the North Pole? How do I turn the dog bowl being presented to me with a "Happy Birthday, Mom" into our morning adventure? I don't know....

I don't know, but I think you just follow their lead, use what you know and before you know it you will remember how to imagine.

So Thank-you Little Man for showing me today that a flute can easily be the baseball bat that Joe Carter swung to win the 1993 World Series.

PS: Incase you missed it in 1993: The Swing