Fervent Trusting Love.

 

There is a baseball cap that hasn’t left his head since we got it a week ago.

There is a baseball cap… a little league cap…

that goes with him to pre-school…

to the park…

to bed with him.

There is a mitt that he examines.  He studies it.  He smashes it to break it in…

then gingerly places it in safe places…

away from the dogs…

away from the baby brother…

away from the dust.

He loves baseball.  It’s a fervent, trusting love…

the kind that blurts itself out to strangers in the grocery store.

It’s the kind that incites the pee pee dance…

when he doesn’t have to pee.

It’s the kind of love that thrives even before a first time practice…

a first time game…

before ever swinging a bat.

My son loves baseball…

and he’s never even played.

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I needed this reminder…

There was once a time when I trusted in the possibility of awesome.

I want it again:

To approach with hope and possibilities…

not with skepticism .

I want to go toward something knowing I’m going to love it.

If I don’t, I don’t…

I’ll just move on toward the next thing I know I’m going to love.

 

 

JenniChiu

 

 

 

 

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Discussion

  1. I want that too. These days, if I can go towards something without thinking it’d be disappointing or that I’ll fail, I consider that a win. But to go into it with fervent trusting love? I want that.
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  2. Kelly says:

    Reading this and eating lunch. Crying. Took my glasses off so I could wipe the tears away before someone walked by and saw me. Got peanut butter all over the lenses. It was worth it. <3

  3. Wow. I haven’t felt like that in ages. I see this in my kids a lot and I’m jealous of that sense of love and trust and belief in something. I’ve been trying to approach things from a positive mindset hoping that slowly slowly that will make it real.
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  4. How come there isn’t a “like” button in life… I just want to stamp a big LIKE on this ;) or love ;)

  5. Loved this post in every way. We wonder how that gets lost along the way. Makes us sad to see that belief and innocence fade.-The Dose Girls
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  6. {Melinda} My son is 13 and adores baseball. Always has. It is sad to see how the parents act, though, as they begin to get older. Little League parents are sometimes a sad sight to behold. Hope your boy’s experiences continue to cause that love to grow!
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  7. So Do I!!!!!

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