Stay Calm for Rashi - Baseball Expository

Last night was double baseball games (at the same time) and I could have made myself crazy trying to satisfy both kids who were playing by running between the games. Since I arrived late, straight from work in my mid-calf grazing dress and flats, (at least I had spare shoes in my bag) I made sure that both kids knew I was there cheering them on. First the younger one (who's team has only won a game the time she missed) then the older one, who was on 2nd base when I cheered his name from the back fence loudly enough for him to turn around to see that I had seen his hit. I watched the younger one's game and when they lost, I was there to hug her and escort her to get her sno-cone, and see the end of her brother's game. Thankful that I was calm enough to recognize that she needed me more at that moment, and that we all got to celebrate the win of her brother's team together.
Then after hearing the re-cap and getting the sno-cone for the second game, I calmly pointed out that my car was the one parked the furthest from the concession stand. That statement went over like a lead balloon. "Why couldn't you have parked closer? Look at all these spots that are here now," they half-whined. Calmly, I explained that when I arrived, there were no spots available since there were so many games happening at the same time. Then I reminded them how happy I was that I still had 2 good legs to walk on to carry me across the road to get to my car, that I suddenly remembered was woefully low on gas.
As we loaded up our gear and ourselves into the car, and when I cranked the engine I said a silent prayer that the fumes left in the tank would carry me home to see my loves, the ones that would have made staying calm at the baseball fields a near impossibility - the ones who got bored easily, couldn't follow the games and needed constant attention.
So much to be thankful for.
(not the least of which is that Yoni finished his 2 days of STAAR writing exams today-Hallelujah!)