Normally, you’d come here to read a Sunday night post filled with pictures of our weekend. Not tonight. I can’t. This is far too important. Because instead, I have to tell you about this boy. My little boy.
This boy. This boy was upset when I told him that I signed him up for baseball this season. There might have been a tear or twenty shed. I can’t lie. Although he has played soccer for four years, he has never played baseball. I wanted him to just give it a try. He ran through his list of fears for me. What if he ran the wrong way? What if he didn’t hit the ball? Or catch it? Or what if the other players yelled at him? I told him to just try it. Just one time. And if he honestly didn’t like it, he didn’t have to continue. I’m fair like that. I also promised to help him the weeks before the season started. We practiced throwing. Catching. Various scenarios of what to do when. My years of playing town softball paid off. I wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible.
Then this happened. And he was bitten by the baseball bug. Hard.
But this boy. This weekend, this boy played the first baseball game of the season. Not only the first game of the season, but HIS first game EVER.
This boy hit a home run. I can feel the tears welling up as I’m typing. I am so unbelievably proud of him. A home freakin’ run. And the other two times he got up to bat? Singles. His team won their first game by one point. I can’t even put into words how proud I am of him. That he stepped out of his comfort zone. That he trusted me. That he saw what was possible when he took a leap of faith. It’s safe to say that he’s loving the sport now. His weeknight practices of both soccer and baseball are on the same night. At the exact same time. But of course. And he loves them both so much that he wouldn’t hear of dropping one. This boy. Is growing up. For realz.
As if that wasn’t enough for one weekend. Or one lifetime. Friday was report card day. Third semester is over. (How is that even possible?!) This boy has struggled a bit with Science this year. He brought up his C to a B. And his Language Arts grade from a B to an A.
He has every reason to be bursting with pride for himself. For seeing his hard work pay off. Of course if he came home with all C’s, but did his very best, I would be just as proud. But he really applied himself. And it paid off.
Huge lessons here. He has shown himself what happens when he slows down a bit in school and really takes his time. With baseball, he’s seen what can happen when he steps out of his comfort zone a bit to see what is out there. Just beyond.
This boy. Just amazing.