This was a tough one…for both of us. My sweet boy had all eyes on him and the pressure got the best of him. Oh how I wish I could have made it all better. He tried so hard and I was beyond proud but to him it was less than perfection. As the players began “walking” to 1st base the tears began to fall from his little face and my heart just sank. Fifty-Seven pitches and 5 runs. He was devastated. His very 1st time pitching and Don and I couldn’t have been prouder but to Austin it was pure failure. It didn’t matter to him how many strikes he threw. In his mind, he and he alone, lost the game. Sometimes I think he carries the weight of the world on those little tiny shoulders. What have I done? Have I created a son who is so worried about pleasing everyone that he can’t see how truly amazing he really is? Am I helping him to succeed or setting him up for failure? Is he building character or doubting his abilities? So many questions..I don’t have answers. Unfortunately only time will tell. I knew parenting was going to be tough but these two little miracles-my purpose-are making me question my every move. Yes to me they are mine and they are PERFECT but how can I just let them know that no matter what just being who they are meant to be will always be good enough for me.
I need to stop thinking…..maybe my miracle and I are even more alike than I thought.
I need to stop thinking…..maybe my miracle and I are even more alike than I thought.
Keep your head up sweet boy...it'll get easier. I promise.
