When I look back...

I'm amazed at how far I've come personally in the last year.  An incident last night pointed that out to me clearer than I've ever seen.

My son has been taking pitching lessons for a few months.  He's really good, with a nice fastball.  He's 9.  He doesn't have anything fancy, but he's consistently fast and consistently in the strike zone.

We were led to believe he would be starting last night.  When we got there, we found out the coach's son was going to pitch instead.  We were okay with that.  They're 9.  They shouldn't finish the game.  I bet they put in a relief pitcher at some point, right?

Right.  They did.  Somebody else that nobody realized could pitch.  Darren and I were upset.  A year ago, I would have lost my cool and muttered unhappy thoughts "under my breath," but loud enough for people to hear. 

Last night, though, although I was disappointed, I didn't say a word.  Darren knew I was disappointed (heck, I was MAD).  He kept looking at me, waiting for me to let my temper loose.  But it never came.  I didn't WANT it to come.  A couple of times I had to keep myself in check,  but for the most part, I had absolutely no desire to lose it.

Instead, I talked to Mikey about the game.  I asked him what coach said after the game and he told me.  He was fine with it (not that I pushed him at all, he just told me).  The only thing he said about pitching is, "I hope I get to pitch next game." It dawned on me, I was listening to HIS wants, at that moment, rather than trying to impose what I thought his wants were.

It was a wonderful enlightening moment.  One I have finally grown in to having.

 

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