I’m not sure where the time goes, but my oldest boy pictured above is growing and coming into his own person. It was just the other day when he finished his first season playing baseball at the ripe old age of 5 (well T-Ball, but don’t tell him that).
Now, I’m not sure how he first figured out he liked baseball, maybe it was the thrill of whacking stuff with a stick, but ever since he could walk, he has been lugging around a bat (or anything bat-like) and off looking for a game.
I have never been into sports myself, never played the games on the TV, and I find it fascinating that he found an interest in the sport all by himself. I’ve often joked that I’ll push him into sports just so he wants to play video games like me.
His first real experience playing was on a camping trip when some older boys saw him watching and called him in to try. They were so patient and kind helping to cement his feelings for the game.
It reminds me of something I’ve heard before, that we are not here to force our kids into who we want them to be, but to help them grow into the amazing people they already are.
I’ve never seen him prouder than the day he was awarded a medal for playing ball.
I am so proud of the person he is. He might just make a sports fan out of me yet.