The baby out of my five amazing children the Lord has blessed me with. And in that accord, I STAND. EVEN IF I STAND ALONE. I STAND. Has not the progressiveness and the modernism created a world that is staring the inevitable in the face? A child, and in that same regard, as a mother I fear a world that has become so corrupt that I cannot let her play in my RURAL backyard without me not taking my eyes off her? HOPE, well without hope, it is said that a person would die. That’s something to “ponder”.
Memories of my oldest son playing catcher….a small town, a big dream, and a little boy that played with a whole lotta heart. The beginnings of many lessons learned, that field gave him. “DON’T YOU LET HIM STEAL ON YOU”, I would scream from behind the plate, with my fingers latched on fence. At nine years old, stealing a base when he was behind the plate, was his favorite game, and a game he never lost. As the threat lingered around second and third base….a short walk down the chalk and small fingers that eagerly motioned, “Come on, I DARE YOU”, became quite humorous to many parents and other spectators as well. All Star Little League baseball generally rides on into the sweltering holiday, The 4th of July. Getting his gear off in the dugout (mothers not allowed), climbed my child, my son.