Last night my two boys started their first indoor baseball game, all on their own. One of them is 4 and the other one is almost 2.
They were in the living room alone for a few minutes and I heard my oldest saying "pitch it Jack, pitch it." My interest immediately peaked, I snuck down the hallway and looked around the corner.
My oldest (Jonah) was standing in front of the couch holding a plastic bat and Jack was was about 8 ft away standing on top of the ottoman pitching him a wiffle ball. I watched for a few minutes with a giant smile on my face before I went out played with them.
I have 3 younger brothers and indoor baseball was a huge part of our lives. I was so happy they came to this on their own. Also proud that Jack is a lefty and he really throws well. Brought the ball right behind his ear and whipped it forward. Gave Jonah a shot at almost every pitch but he did drill him in the head 3 or 4 times.
Sports are a huge part of my life and I still play quite a bit and my wife has asked me over the years if I would be ok of none of them cared about sports. And of course yes, that would be fine, but I have to admit it makes almost giddy to see them taking more and more interest without much pushing from me.
Anyway, just had share, I've been annoying people all day with this story but I don't care.
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