This Is Why I Didn't Want Marg To Play Softball.

Marg begged and begged to sign-up for softball. We said "o.k.", but I had my worries. For one thing, she is reallly small for her age.

Here she is sitting by two of her teammates. Notice her size.
 

I can remember Spring sports when Scott was into Soccer. The weather in Utah during the Spring is unpredictable. It was soooooo windy and cold and miserable. The girls could barely stand up straight and those of us in the stands were just hoping the hour would go by quickly.
 

Here is Marg as she is about to bat. Notice her size compared to her teammate on first base.
 
Just as she got ready, the umpire sent her back because her helmet didn't have a face guard so she went back to get the right helmet.


I wish he had just let her bat.

She changed helmets, but they are all too big, and as she was walking back a girl practicing her swing swung just as Marg walked right behind her.

She got whacked in the face with a bat!
 

Her nose bled the whole way home. She has a goose egg on her forehead. She has a swollen and red/black eye where the helmet hit her eye.


I saw it happen. It was awful. I really am surprised her nose isn't broken.

I am glad she still has teeth.


I am so grateful she wasn't seriously hurt.


The little girl who hit her called our home and was bawling because she felt so bad. We really tried to reassure her it wasn't her fault. It was just an accident and Margaret is fine.

The whole thing was so emotionally draining!



Now, we have to be happy and positive and excited about tomorrow's game. Marg actually wants to go. She is proud of her swollen eye.



I am holding my breath.