Grandson Drew’s growth has been
prominent this summer.
It has been, and still is, widely held that socialization begins for us at eight-years of age. That Is when we are introduced to many of the realities that encompass life. We begin to experience its harshness in frustrations and failures. These new challenges can only be allayed through our efforts alone. It is also when we begin to experience the exhilaration in life through mastering those challenges and dispelling the demons of disaster. The best of parents understands all of this and, although sometimes painful, allow the process to play-out, so growth and a proper foundation can be established within our children. It is also no secret that competition in athletics is one of the best methods, if not the very best method, to introduce these realities to our young people.
Drew loves all athletics and has played soccer, basketball and
flag-football, all in addition to three years of baseball. He has played
on exceptional teams and on mediocre teams. His basketball team lost only
once last winter. With the aid of his father, Drew managed to
put the sting of that setback behind him. He looks forward to playing
again this winter. Drew is eight-years-old. This is the year – this summer – that so very
many of those life lessons were introduced.
Before this summer, just the usual and very basic introduction of baseball was experienced. The kids hit off tees; parents lobbed the ball to the kids when they were at bat. The majority of traits that define the game were of little concern.
This summer almost all the characteristics of a real baseball
game began occurring. The kids began pitching to one
another. Fielding plays were made that could never have
been made in previous years. Balls were hit solidly into
the outfield. It was also this summer that the kids experienced bad
pitches being called strikes; base runners being called out who were safe;
losing games because of bad calls by umpires; losing games based upon the
failure to make easy, routine plays at crucial points in a contest.
It was also the summer that featured Drew turning multiple
strikeout games (partially due to health problems) into games of hitting
legitimate triples into the outfield. It was this summer in which he
distinguished himself as an excellent fielder. At one point he anchored
the completion of a triple play.
As his health improved, his game
improved. He NEVER asked for a discontinuation of his
involvement in the sport. He has persevered through some really tough
times.
Baseball is very subtle and, therefore, a sedate game. Only two ugly events can transpire on the diamond. One is getting hit in the head or face with a pitch. The other is a line drive that hits the pitcher above the neck. The latter is the most serious in that the pitcher wears no protection while the hitters wear batting helmets. It was also this summer that Drew witnessed one of these ugly events.
Paramedics were called as the blood flowed
from his nose and mouth. He suffered no
concussion, no lost teeth and nothing was broken. He will however be sporting a nice shiner for
a while. The little guy never cried and
seemed to take it in stride. Ian is
learning bravery and how to take a tough knock in life and, by his example, so
are all his teammates. Let’s hope he
continues playing the sport. The game
needs his kind of character.
Drew’s big concern after the game was for
his teammate. On the ride home he
expressed his concerns, yet never expressed any fear in continuing to play the
game. While this type of ugliness is
very rare there is, nevertheless, a good chance that as Drew continues his
development and advancement in the game, he may yet witness the second of these
ugly events.
The seeds for a solid foundation for
dealing with life have been planted.
They will continue to be nurtured and developed as Drew continues his
participation in athletics. Solid
citizens and good men aren’t just born that way. It takes valuable, yet sometimes painful,
experiences and whole lot of good parenting for them to flourish. For it is exactly as Rudyard Kipling wrote; “If
you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two imposters just the
same;”…”You’ll be a man my son.”
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