Fall baseball
Five weeks
Hubby coaching
Son playing
Me watching
0-10 record
{gulp}
In a world that values
the fastest
the smartest
the strongest
the most talented
the very best
losing
game after game
week after week
was
tough.
A league with no
try-outs and a roll of
the dice player selection
resulted in a team of boys
comprised of
the youngest,
the smallest and
the least experienced.
Not ideal,
but deal, they
had to do.
Slapping hands with
the victorious opponents
after ten games ~
Good game
Good game
Good game
could have made these
longing to win young
players feel pretty low.
But throughout the season
the boys {and their coaches}
lifted each other up with
words of encouragement...
That's the way!
You can do it!
Nice try!
You'll get it next time!
These losers showed
all the winners that it
truly is how you play
the game.
Even as I winced at
the lopsided scores
and ached for dejected
11 and 12 year-old faces,
I was learning, too.
About facing
daunting challenges
About savoring
smaller victories
About the power
of words to make
one dig deeper
About staying the
course, even when
you want to throw
in the towel....or glove.
In our own lives, most
of us have had our winning
moments; moments we
hold close and can usually
remember in vivid detail.
They were wonderful,
weren't they?
But it's the losing moments,
the ones we'd rather not
recall, that often have the
greatest impact on who
we will become.
Everyone wants to win,
but the grace,
the grace comes when
we learn to lose with
humility,
picking ourselves up,
plugging away,
not giving in,
not turning bitter,
not blaming
or cursing
or feeling sorry
for ourselves.
Because how we
respond to a loss ~
and what we do
with those feelings ~
tells more about our
character than what
we do with a win.
Learning to lose
without becoming
a
loser.
Sounds like a
winning
strategy, to me : )
xx
Suzanne
PS: Major ice cream therapy
was applied after the final
game of the season on Sunday.
I highly recommend it!
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