Prior to getting home fom work tonight, I called my husband to find out how our youngest son did at his baseball game. Their little team got creamed...what I understand is that they really had a tough time and lost by at least ten points. My son had his first chance to pitch tonight as this is his first season to play kid pitch. When I got home from work, I asked my youngest how his baseball game went. He said, "It was so great. I had lots of fun....and guess what? I got to pitch and walked most of the team. I really liked it. I did really good."
"Hummmmph...."
What age is it exactly that we lose that childlike innocence and love for ourselves...no matter how we do? I hope that I can find a way to bottle how he feels about himself so that he will grow up thinking that he is the best, always, no matter the outcome...just like he does right now.
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