Q never got on base but he did make a great out at 3rd. He was devastated. He did not take the loss well. Not one smile during the trophy ceremony, his coach couldn’t even get him to shake it.
I took him out and bought hot him a new video game and let him pick out any cereal he wanted. That helped a bit. Birthday cake and his favorite lasagna-roll-ups with gramma helped too. Granpa came over and made him take a picture with his trophy- and a smile. He told him about how he dealt with losses when he used to play. That helped a little more. We started talking about next season- that also helped.
Slowly, he started shinning again. He’s looking forward to next season and is determined to practice this summer before fall ball.
It’s so hard to see them so upset. I know it’s part of life and necessary and all that but damn sometimes I wish we could fast-forward through some of these times.
Here’s a pic of saddest boy to hold a trophy and his coach trying to help him make sense of everything.
And the best assistant coach- the one and only PK. PK didn’t play baseball growing up. He played a lot of sports so that helps but he had to find ways to teach something new to him. We also had a lot of personalities on the team that he had to work though, including the coach having two kids on the team and JT who would throw tantrums almost every game and run off the field. PK figured out how to bear hug him, talk him down quickly and get him back out there. His mom was so thankful PK was there. I think all the kids were.
Q has no interest in holding up his second place trophy and celebrating.
Is it even baseball if your mom doesn’t have one of these things?
Granpa finally got him to hold his trophy up.
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