“I never had a policy; I have just tied to do my very best each and every day.” ~ Abraham Lincoln
Andrew was invited to play on a summer collegiate baseball team in Topeka. The one-hour drive there and back home again is a little much on his 2002 Ford Ranger so I offered to drive him on Sunday; plus I wanted to watch my son play.
I sat on the bleachers munching peanuts as Andrew played second base and got a base hit in his four at bats. Going one-for-four isn’t bad, but I could tell he wanted more.
After the game, I waited while he changed out of his uniform. Once finished, Andrew tossed his bat bag over his shoulder and strolled out of the dugout without much energy. He didn’t see the boy waiting for him.
“Will you sign my baseball?” the young fan asked my son.
Andrew took the ball and signed his first autograph. Afterwards, we walked to the car in silence. It was still too soon to talk about the game.
On the way home, I told Andrew I thought it was cool he was asked for his autograph. He shrugged it off by commenting that it wasn’t even one of his better games.
I suggested to Andrew the reason he was asked to autograph the baseball wasn’t because he had a great game, but because he was in the game. No doubt the boy was impressed that my son had come this far – many don’t.
Celebrate the making of you, I told Andrew. Celebrate the long hours you’ve put into the batting cages. Celebrate how you hit baseball after baseball until your hands bleed. Celebrate the times you are on a practice field instead of in front of the television. Celebrate how baseball is making you into a young man full of passion.
This is what the boy must have seen last in Andrew last Sunday night. This is what I see every day.
Sometimes the simple path to the making of you isn’t defined by one great moment, but by all the moments when the more difficult choice is made.
Last Sunday night was the perfect reminder to tell my son, and myself, to be sure to celebrate the moments that celebrate the making of you; and the making of me – even on the nights when we go one-for-four.
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