Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game. I feel that almost all Americans are summer people, that summer is what they think of when they think of their childhood. I think it stirs up an incredible emotion within people.
~Steve Busby, in Washington Post, 8 July 1974
After many years of not playing ball, my 22 year old son dusted off his baseball glove and is playing on a summer league. Believe you me, this mama, didn't realize how much she missed watching her boy play ball, until she was sitting in the stands.
Can I share a story from last evenings game?
It happened so quickly, yet it was so precious to this mama's heart.
As my son was on his way to his position in outfield, he hesitated for just a moment and took a quick glance to make sure I was sitting in the stands. (Just like he did when he was in little league.)
I tell ya...my heart just melted right there...
and I felt so blessed to be alive!!
I am so filled with gratitude to God and His gift of healing.
The joy of being a mom in the stands, cheering on her boy...
"Come on B, hit a homer!"