posted on Apr, 6 2009 @ 01:40 PM
My son has his very first Base Ball game this weekend. The mighty 5-6 year old league! He's only had 1 practice as tonights practice is called off
due to rain. Hopefully another practice can take place this week before the big game.
During the practice, the coaches worked with him tremendously. My son for the most part stood where told, then jumped up and down and hand flapped. (A
symptom of his condition) All you need to do is watch for 10 seconds and you can see that he is different.
I am very VERY lucky that the township worked with me, and got him on the same team with many of his friends. His coaches and friends were so
supportive of him. It is awesome! THEY are awesome!
So anyway. He has his uniform. I just bought him cleats, his first real glove, and some oil.
I've been a little under the weather the last couple of days, but guess what? We sat down and oiled his glove together. Wrapping it up tightly with a
ball in it, and let it sit. Then finally breaking it in. He kept looking at me with total trust during the process. God how I love this kid. Thank you
God for touching me with such a magnificent gift.
I bought a couple tennis balls and we played catch.
Some leather, some oil, some sweat, and a boatload of love makes a glove on his left hand a memory I am blessed to have given, AND received.
I am without a doubt the luckiest man on the planet.