It is amazing what I learn from my little guys.
Jonah had a baseball game last week and he pitched the third and fourth innings. He's a pretty good pitcher--usually strikes a few kids out each game he pitches. I love watching him pitch. I am so proud of how hard he has worked over the past season, fine-tuning his mechanics, and learning how to throw fastballs and change-ups. In fact, one of my favorite conversations he and I have ever had was when I wanted to send a picture of him to my dad (who is responsible for his love of the game) and he was very particular about which one I sent. "No, Mom, in that one my form is not correct." He chose the one he felt showed just the right form.
This particular night he pitched, his team was having a tough time. Jonah was too. He walked several batters and the other team scored some runs. I could tell Jonah was getting frustrated, and his coach could too. He kept calling out to Jonah, "It's ok, Jonah. Stick with it. You're fine." As the boys ran off the field, I could hardly look at Jonah's face, for fear that I'd see tears. When I did muster the courage to look up at him, I saw a head held high. Then I heard one his teammates ask, "So, what's the score now?" And Jonah answered, "Come on guys! It doesn't matter what the score is." My eyes welled up with tears and I realized that I was more worried about this game than my own son. He's out there to have a good time, and if his team happens to win, well that's just icing on the cake.
I do not think I have ever been more proud of my Jonah. Not when he's struck out three batters in a row. Not when he's hit a double. Not even when he's been responsible for the making the third out that ended a game in his team's favor.
Isn't that what it's all about? Seeing the silver lining in the midst of the clouds? This is a story I will file away for a rainy day. And I'll pull it out just when Jonah needs a little encouragement. To show him how he encourages me.