Real baseball

Three years of relative safety and the comfort zone of tee-ball, vanished like the wind. It wasn't age, but Aden's size and toughness that bumped him to real baseball this season. The spectator awwwws and laughter at a mass of little ones chasing the ball like it's made of candy has been replaced by nail-biting and cringes of mothers and grandmothers foreshadowing injury. Drama.

Also gone are the days of protected feelings, nobody ever getting out and the score always ending in a nothing tie. Enter competition and dragging back to the dugout after being outrun. Yes, drama.

It's an adjustment, all this. Not to mention hitting off the pitching machine, memorizing the responsibilities of each field position, trusting your glove to catch a much harder and faster ball. Playing with older and much more experienced kids. We have work to do.

But we are so proud of Aden for stepping up, for being willing to try wherever the coaches place him, for doing so well at something so new. Just for being Aden, this happy-go-lucky firecracker we are blessed to call our son.











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