My son learned a valuable lesson last night, and I was reminded of it as well. Never give up. Ahead 7-1, our team lost 9-8. The other team fought back hard, and mental mistakes on our part helped keep them in it.
The heart-breaker came, as I watched my son dive for what could have been a game-saver, and saw the ball bounce out of his glove. He tries so hard. But he has to - because he's one of the smallest on the team. He knows he has to give it more than 100% all the time, or he'll watch from the bench. And, he hates to watch from the bench.
My son is a player not a casual observer. When he works hard he's the best on the field. If only I could convince him that life will be that way, too. If he works hard he will be the best at what he does. Of this I have no doubt, nor could I be more proud of anyone.
I know this is a team game, but he is my All-Star, and always will be.
RIP, Amy's Blog: 1997 to 2021
4 years ago
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