Sammy has been looking forward to playing on a baseball team since last summer.A week and a half ago, he had his first practice for his t-ball team, the Mariners. Unfortunately, it was a bit rainy/snowy that day and after two minutes of running around bases, the coach sent us home. Sammy had to be dragged off the field, and sobbed all the way home.
The following Monday was sunny, so he got to practice. He told me "This is the best day EVER!" He had preschool, played with cousins, then t-ball practice. Of course, he's the kid who sits down in the outfield, forgets to run after he hits the ball, etc. But he had fun. Then came Wednesday's practice, cancelled by rain again, and more sobbing. It's hard to watch my little boy so disappointed, and not be able to do anything about it.
Anyway, tonight was his first real game. Again, he forgot to run when he hit the ball. He had fun kicking dirt on the bases. And he chased the ball all over the infield, no matter he was playing outfield. Once, he even got the ball after tug-of-war with a teammate, and was so proud of it, holding it up like a trophy. Too bad he didn't throw it to the first baseman. Or the pitcher. Or the coach who asked for it back.
But there has never been a happier five-year-old. After all, he's got another 15 years before we expect him to play like Derek Jeter. For now, we enjoy watching him be Sammy.
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