Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I couldnt be prouder. Not if you’d won the World Series. Or acquired an Olympic gold medal. Or broken a world record. You make my heart swell with pride. You’re the underdog on the team. The only 7-year-old with 8 and 9s. This, your third season, you got your first goal!
Yesterday I saw you playing with a baseball that was your daddy’s. Grandma wrote “first home run 1987” on it when daddy pounded it out of the park when he was ten. I was just thinking of all the special firsts you had ahead of you. And now tonight, you’ve tasted glory and passed a milestone. There will be many more firsts and Im so excited to watch and cheer you on as you grow in ability, strength and character.
“That your boy?” a dad asked after your awesome shot!
(I guess he gathered there could be no other reason Id be screaming hysterically when we already had a four point lead.)
“Yes sir! That’s my son“.
…and I couldnt be more thrilled about it.
Way to go T-man!