I want to start off by saying, I’m not sure why this whole ‘situation’ embarrassed me. I’m a mom in her thirties, clearly by now you think I’d be tough enough. But I think it was the fact that my little boy is really not ‘little’ anymore. He is ‘growing up’ and once again this parenting gig changes courses.
Sunday we run a few errands as a family. While I was sitting in the car waiting for my husband to come out of a store, I decided to check my email quickly. I received an email from my oldest son’s baseball coach stating his first practice is on Thursday. At the very end it said, “Make sure your boys wear a protective cup to all practices and games.”
When my hubby got back into the car, I told him about the email. “A cup really? At his age?”
My hubby looked at me, “Of course, he has to protect his boy parts.”
While that makes sense, I didn’t think I had to deal with this stuff so early. So, we made a stop at Modell’s and since my husband was driving, I was nominated to run into the store.
I found the aisle with all the “cups”. For some reason, I felt nervous and embarrassed. I thought to myself, “Get your act together. You are a mom, you are being ridiculous.” I shook it off and started searching through all of the cups (pee wee size all the way to extra big), yeah talk about feeling awkward.
As I looked to my right, I saw a guy about my age standing in the same aisle and I started getting cold sweats. Why didn’t my husband come in here? This is so not my department. It would be like me asking him to pick out a training bra for our “daughter”, which I know for a fact he would totally not do!
I quickly settled on a cup that was for my son’s age group and bolted for the check-out line. I got back into the car and started giggling to myself. My hubby looked at me like I had three heads.
“Bud, I got you something. Do you know what this is?” I handed my son the bag and he pulled out the package.
“Knees pads? Elbow pads?”
“Nope, it’s a protective cup you have to wear for baseball.”
“Where do I have to wear it?”
“It protects your private parts and you have to wear it inside special underwear,” my husband said.
“You are kidding, right? Mom, is Dad faking?”
“No, you have to wear this. All boys wear it because you don’t want to get hit between the legs, it will hurt really bad.”
“I’m not playing baseball then.”
Later that evening before my son got into the shower, we made him try the cup on. At first he fought us, but after my husband talked to him about the importance of wearing one, he finally gave in.
“It’s not that bad,” he said.
The next thing I know I hear him tell his little brother, “Go ahead, try to hit me there as hard as you can. I can’t feel it!”
Looks like he will be ok wearing a cup, me on the other hand….I still need to get used to this whole thing.