Sunday, Funday. Baseball day. (Of course!)
They were pummeled quite soundly by a team with players who were significantly larger in stature, but save a ball that he lost in the blazing sunlight, Isaac had a good game and didn't tweak his shoulder again (which is a near-constant worry of mine these days. Anyway, he's there in the batting helmet leading off second base shortly after doubling to center). And when I asked him if he had fun on the way home, he responded with a resounding yes.
Because win or lose, that boy of mine loves the game. He loves the team and the scramble and the strategy. It's not that he doesn't prefer winning; of course he does. But he so loves the process that the end result is reliably a second thought in his mind. So for his 'tomorrow is always another day' approach, I'm grateful.
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