This boy’s team lost out in the post-season tournament over the weekend.
Kid after kid came out of the dugout heartbroken or stompin’ mad.
I braced myself for my spirited boy’s reaction…
My boy looked at me with a smile and asked, “I played good, right, Momma?”
Yes, son. You played well.
Most days, I don’t know how to do this… this mothering, this raising boys…
And I fear I’m doing it all wrong.
But I feel like somehow, just maybe we’ve done something right…
This is awesome! I so love reading your recent post, seeing tiny glimpses into your life. Praying for you STILL! I think of you often!