A few weekends ago, the boys and I were in Lake City, Florida, at a baseball tournament. It was my oldest son’s last tournament of the season. Since both boys were playing in the tournament, I was trying my best to divide my time fairly.
On Saturday, my oldest son’s first game wasn’t his best. He struck out. He may have even struck out twice… not really sure since I was going back and forth between fields. He plays outfield and nothing came his way. So, there was no redemption on defense.
After that game, he was angry and sad. He sat in my chair and cried. He tried his best to fight it off because he never cries, but the sorrow won. I tried so hard to console him… “you’ll do better next game… even major league players strike out… you can’t help that no one hit a ball your way… I’m proud of you, son.” On and on I went, grasping at anything I could to make his pain go away. Nothing helped. He finally told me to just leave him alone. So, I did.
I walked out to our truck to charge my phone, crying the whole way. When I made it to the truck, I lost it. I sat there inside the tinted windows and sobbed. I was so broken-hearted that I couldn’t help him. I knew his dad would have some manly words of wisdom that I lacked. That made me more sad because dad isn’t here! I went on and on in my head and by the time I was done I had come to the conclusion that both boys would be scarred for life because their dad has been gone for two years. I suck as a stand-in… we have entered a black hole.
I managed to pull myself together enough to venture back out to the field. If anyone would’ve looked at me or spoken to me I would’ve lost it again. I was barely hanging on… I mean, I am leading my family into a pit of despair.
I walked back to our “camp” where my son was standing. He said, “hey mom. Where have you been?” I told him I went to the truck to charge the phone. His next words totally stumped me… “I’m ok now, mom. I bought a Snickers. I was really hungry. When is our next game?” ……………………………………………….. HUH?!
I said “are you kidding me?! I have been crying for 10 minutes thinking that you are scarred for life and you were just hungry?!” He didn’t believe that I had been crying until I showed him my red eyes, but then simply said “yes, I was hungry. I’m fine now, mom.” And then just walked away…
I have now decided that my son is the person for whom Snickers created their commercials. I have also decided that I will carry one with me at all times. Speechless!
Added note, the very next game he threw a kid out at home plate from center field, walked, and scored a walk-off double. Probably, one of the top games of his life. Baseball is a cruel sport… 🙂
And, Snickers… feel free to send us any product for the endorsement. 😉
“And he answered them, “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.”” Luke 3:11