![]() They had developed her eye-hand coordination and had practiced until the batting skills felt natural. You and I are going to practice until you're able to hit that blasted ball over all their heads."įor many an afternoon after that, Mama had helped her to learn the right stance, and how to transfer her weight to the front foot during the swing, and how to follow through. "You have very strong arms, Merritt," she'd said decisively. They said I have baby arms." The indignity of that had been intolerable.īut Mama, who'd always understood the fragility of a child's pride, had curved her fingers around Merritt's upper arm and said, "Make a muscle for me." After feeling Merritt's biceps, her mother had lowered to her haunches until their faces were level. I mostly can't hit the ball, and when I do, it doesn't go anywhere. "They don't want me to play because I'm not good at it. Lillian had hugged and comforted her, and said, " I'll go tell them to give you a turn." Such as the day when Merritt had run crying to her because a group of boys hadn't wanted her to play rounders with them. “In retrospect, however, her mother's irreverence might have been one of her greatest gifts as a parent. ![]()
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