We signed our oldest up for Little League in February and promptly forgot all about it because well, it was February. Our first practice wasn’t until April and life just got in the way.
Saturday, April 10, was our first game and my son was excited. He’d been to a couple of practices and knew he was going to be great.
The day dawned bright and sunshiny and 33 degrees. Do you know what a bunch of 6-year-old little boys do when it’s 33 degrees outside and they have to stand around the infield waiting for someone to hit the ball? They shiver and complain about how cold they are. At least that’s what my 6-year-old does.
The team we played against were hitters. They hit the ball often and since in-fielding is an acquired skill, they scored quite a few runs. But our boys weren’t to be discouraged. They played their positions. They ran after balls and they swung their bats. They even made some great plays at first, third and by catching a foul ball at home plate.
They did their darnedest to stop the ball even if it meant falling, tripping or getting hit by the ball.
The improvement from the beginning of the game to the end was remarkable. I can’t wait to see how they develop over the season.
… for me love is often in the toughness and the hardness, it’s in the discipline and the competition, it’s in the risk-taking and getting shot down and getting up again. I grow because I’m forced to grow by others who care enough to to compete with me – Michael Gurian
This is the quote I keep running through my head when I see all those little boys out there playing and competing. Not that they are losing, but they are growing every time they compete, win or lose.
Photos – Patricia Honea