Thanks to Cecil’s last post I’m all teary-eyed and flooding with memories. I just hugged my four children as they went off the school. We still have a morning ritual of holding hands and praying together before they leave.
I don’t know what it is, but seeing my children grow up is both a tremendous blessing and a heart-wrenching sadness. Seeing them begin to “go out” (I put that in quotes because the two youngest can’t “go out” yet) with others and interact with their friends in a more “adult looking way” is really getting to me.
I know that life has not ended and that things will be fine, Lord willing, but just let me take a walk down memory lane.
I remembe their first steps and first words. Some of our greatest memories from their childhood are from times spent on trips with the youth groups that we were a part of. I still blame many of those teens for things like burping at the table and playing in their food.
Most of our childrens’ childhood times were spent on the softball and baseball fields. All four of them played ball at some level. Tabitha was nick-named “scoop” because of her skills at first base. She could also hit the ball hard. Danielle played short, second, and pitched. She wasn’t the fastest in the leagues, but we could always depend on strikes from her. She showed her stamina when she continued to play after she started having siezures. Britney was a power hitter and still could play if she decided to and might do that this year. She played second based and had a great arm. She is the only one of our girls to play in a Dixie Youth World Series. Brandon was a natural from the beginning. He was always the youngest of all of the boys in his league because of his birthday. He was known, and still is, for his glove ability in the infield and speed. We’re still working on the hitting for more power, but that will come if he will work. Like Britney, he was priviledged to play in the Dixie Youth World Series, but he got to be there twice. The first time was a disaster for the team, but he got two of the four hits that our team got in the two games we played. The next year we nearly one the thing. We lost in the championship game to Arkansas who didn’t lose in the series.
Those are not just a bunch of stats and scores–those are memories that I will take to my grave. We are now heavily into band at the high school and there’s not enough blog space in this post for me to beging to tell you of those memories. Maybe another time.
Thanks for letting me pour all of this out today. God bless you all.
Those times are some of the hardest to let go. I wonder how many buckets of balls I have thrown in both softball and baseball. Learning the fundamentals of the game and teaching not only my children, but many others–some of which still call me “coach.” Watching them in moments when the game was on the line and seeing them get the game winning hit or striking out and learning to deal with disappointment are moments that are priceless.