For the first social activity, we went with his classmates to a pizza restaurant in downtown New Haven. Used to Pizza Hut type fare available in the West, we were sort of mystified by the choices. We opted for a broccoli pizza, just because.
To keep 7 month Braeden happy, I handed him a sippy cup full of water to chew on. Braeden would periodically throw the cup because he was bored and it was fun to watch me pick it back up. (I am a devoted follower of the five-second rule.) The man seated across the table from us was a student in the International Relations program with Adam. He was from China. We’d been talking with him and he’d been watching Braeden with a certain degree of curiosity and concern. Finally after I’d picked up the cup off the floor and handed it to Braeden for about the tenth time, the man took it out of my hands.
“It’s
not clean,” he said, “It’s been on the floor.
You can’t just keep handing it back to him.”
Oh.
That
was my first realization that unlike in Provo, where babies are a dime a dozen,
in New Haven they were a rarity. And
everyone was watching.
Months
later, Adam was on an intramural team.
The men in his program had formed a basketball team. They were playing against a team from the law
school one Saturday morning. In Provo,
we’d gone to watch intramural games. The
girlfriends and wives chatted on the sidelines of ultimate Frisbee and tried to
pay attention in case our menfolk wanted to talk to us about the game later.
I strapped Braeden into an umbrella stroller and we went to watch the game.
We
were the only spectators. All the other
players, from both teams, looked at us curiously. Apparently going to watch the intramural
games was not something anyone did.
Except the hand I blocked the ball with was holding a little container of Cheerios. The impact shot Cheerios into an arc reminiscent of fireworks. Cheerios skittered across the gym floor, halting the game until I could pick them all up.
It was the last intramural basketball game Braeden and I attended.
This picture was taken well after the above stories. It's just for my own enjoyment... |
4 comments:
Love this story! It reminds me of taking small children (and all that goes with them) to all of Enoch's church ball and city league games... I felt like everyone was watching me and that was in Utah. I can't imagine being the only one! I love your writing and reading your blog is my favorite morning treat. That and proving I'm not a robot.
I think Adam really looks like his dad in that picture.
We're still wearing those clothes!
I'm a big supporter of attending the menfolk's game or the womenfolk's for that matter as well. I think it would serve Adam well to rock the facial hair again! Go Sox!!!
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