I’ll be honest – Thursday was a tough day. Not only did Joshua have his dose of chemo on Wednesday, but Thursday was the first day of baseball practice. And we found ourselves moving into a new world of sports.
Our neighborhood league evidently has a long and illustrious history of many championships of something or other. To that end, people around here take their baseball pretty seriously. We showed up to practice on the 4- 5- and 6-year-old team finding out that they practice 3 times a week for an hour and a half each time until games start.
And Joshua, bless his heart, had kind of a rough time. Not only is a little inexperienced in the baseball realm, it was hot and he had medicine pumping through him. So he struggled some – tried hard, but struggled. And we struggled to watch him struggle.
On the good side, though, it forced us to evaluate exactly what we’re hoping to accomplish on that field. I’m under no illusion that Joshua is going to pitch for the Braves someday. I’d sure take it if that’s the case, but I’m not betting my retirement on it. So in the end, I think the experience freed us to try and help Joshua understand the most important rule of baseball: