There's No Crying in Baseball!

The above picture is my dad’s all-time-favorite picture. He says the three of us haven’t changed a bit. My mom and I have both walked in on him looking at this picture and laughing. Ryan is the child that would laugh and smile if he actually was in jail. I am the crier. I will cry at the drop of a hat. Nathan is just along for the ride. In this picture he’s probably thinking, “are we done with this yet?”

Dad hates that I’m a crier. He can’t handle it. So, typically, when I call him crying he will say, “Stop crying. Dayna, stop it. Why are you crying? There’s no crying.” This of course makes the situation worse because I don’t feel he is being helpful or sympathetic.

The following phone conversation happened only a few days ago…

Dayna: Hi Dad. I’m lost!
Dad: Where are you?
Me: I don’t know.
Dad: Then what am I going to do for you?
Me: I don’t know, but I have to be to class in 45 minutes.
Dad proceeds to give me the wrong directions.

Dayna: Hi Dad. I’m still lost!
Dad: Where are you?
Me: I don’t really know.
Dad proceeds to give me wrong directions.

Dayna: Hi Ryan! I’m lost! Dad wasn’t any help.
Ryan proceeds to give me the right directions.

Dad: Hey! You on your way?
Me: Yeah. Ryan got me on the right path.
Dad: Excuse me? Why did you call Ryan? I could have helped.
Me: At least I didn’t cry. That’s progress.
Dad: Why would you cry? That doesn’t help anything. “There’s no crying in baseball.”
Me: You know what doesn’t help anything? Quoting “A League of Their Own.”
Dad: Whatever. You love it. I’m glad you're not lost and I’m REALLY glad you didn’t cry.

Thanks to my dad for trying to help me out and to my brother Ryan for knowing how to use Google Earth!