April 13

Isaac had a baseball game this evening. He hasn't historically been the strongest hitter on the team and doesn't hold favored status (since not to be blunt, but favoritism is rampant in little league), so I wasn't surprised to find that he was the very last kid in the batting order. He had to wait until the end of the third inning to get a chance to hit, but when he did, he hit it hard.

If not for the fact that his team had already notched two outs that particular inning and there was a force-out at second, he would've wound up standing on first base with a chance to do a little bit of running. Still, even as he ran to the dugout, we called out praises in his direction. He briefly made eye contact with me, and when our eyes met, I felt a jolt of joy when I recognized his joy. The elation of making solid contact with the ball made him so happy. And as his mom, that moment of intense happiness meant an awful lot to me. There's nothing quite like a parent/child relationship.