I love baseball. I love that my boys love baseball.
I have played catch with them since before they were walking.
Every trip we have ever gone on, we always bring our gloves and play catch. We’re always throwing something. Always hitting something.
Honestly, as they’ve gotten older, it’s so fun! We throw harder…they dive…it’s fun.
I love it!
But, today my 12 year was ticked about baseball! Let me back up. Yesterday, Bob, had a great first baseball game of the spring. Hit a great double to centerfield, pounded another ball that was caught and was hit by a pitch, and he eventually scored! He’s a good ball player. He loves playing baseball. It’s not his life, but I’m glad he plays.
Today he found out that some of his baseball games are on Wednesday nights and he was ticked.
No, I mean, straight up TICKED!
I explained that we’ll get him to One Youth as soon as the games are over, but that wasn’t good enough for Bob.
Ok, this is tough for me. I love baseball! I love watching my boys play. So, it’s hard to see him mad about it.
But, I love ‘the Church’ and I love our church more. I love our student ministry. And, I’m proud–glad–excited–happy that he’s ticked about missing One Youth.
Yes, today I am one proud dad!