My Little Babe

Last time I wrote, I wasn’t excited about Chris playing baseball. It cost a lot of money, took up a lot of time, and Chris wasn’t even guaranteed a starting position. I was’t confident at my son’s baseball skills because the last time he played baseball was four years ago when he got hit with the ball in the batter’s box. He was afraid to bat ever since.

This year his best friend was playing baseball, and Chris wanted to give it a try. And I’m so glad he did. The first time up at bat he struck out without swinging. The season (and my $200) flashed before my eyes. Chris would be paralized by fear. All I wanted him to do was swing the bat. If he got a hit, great. If not, at least he tried.

Several games later he’s not only swinging the bat, but he’s hitting the ball. Far!! He’s the team’s heavy hitter, bringing runs home, wacking doubles, and stealing bases. Who knew my little performer could play baseball? I couldn’t be prouder.

Sure he still strikes out, but the pep talk his dad gave him about Babe Ruth has really helped.

“Babe Ruth not only hit the most homeruns, he also struck out the most.”

This had a profound impact on Chris.

The last time he went up to bat he remembered his father’s words…and hit a double!