Let’s Go!

We’ve been trying to figure out what Ben has been ‘singing’ for a day or so.  It sounds something like this- “la la rahu, la la” and a tongue clicking sound twice at the end.  My husband the toddler translator finally figured it out.  He’s saying “let’s go Drew, let’s go” which is commonly heard at the ball field, chanted by the team as a kid goes up to bat.

Ben cheering for Drew on the mound

Ben adores his big brother and wants nothing more than to do what he does.  But with a six and a half year age difference, that’s just not possible.  He wants in his room to play with anything of Drew’s.  He wants on the ball field to run the bases with him.  He wants to go anywhere he goes.

Most little brothers are like that, but what may be the coolest thing about their relationship is that Drew is Ben’s biggest fan too.  Yes, he gets annoyed with him at times.  He kicks him out of his room.  But Drew loves him and hugs him and plays with him often.  He shares with him (usually happily) and shows him how to do things.

They are each others biggest fans, and we love to watch it.  And one day they won’t play so nice and will fight and maybe even wish they were an only child, but hopefully for a short time.

We all need people cheering us on.  People who believe in us.  I sometimes believe in people more than they believe in themselves, and I know some days people believe in me more than I do myself.  I’m thankful for people that God puts in my life to say “let’s go!” to me and really believe in me.  I pray that I can be a cheerleader for my boys and my husband every day.  I pray that I can see friends in need of that and cheer them on as well.

I may not have a brother here to cheer me on, but I have great memories of days when he did.  And I pray when my boys grow that they continue to cheer each other on, and have more than just memories.

Hebrews 10:24
Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.

The Littlest Tballer

Once upon a time there was a tball player so small and cute, that even the parents of the other teams wanted to see him score.  He had lots of fun, smiled a lot, and was pretty tough.  Even when getting hit by the a pitch from the coach and breaking a finger, he kept on playing.  He was never the tallest, never the fastest, but he gave it his all and turned into a pretty good player.  That was Austin, circa 1986.

Fast forward 20 years or so, when Drew started playing tball.  It was just a few weeks after Austin went missing that Drew went to his first practice.  He was so little, and so cute.  I’ll never forget one coach trying to teach the young kids (and Drew was the youngest) about the bases.  He took them around, yelling out the base then asked each kid to repeat it back.  When they got to home plate, he yelled “This is home plate! Drew, what is this?” and Drew yelled back, “I don’t know!”  The coach repeated his part, but Drew yet again yelled “I don’t know!” and again the scene repeated a third time.  A memory was made.  Drew also repeatedly called “Time!” when he was in the catcher spot to ask for a hot dog, and that same great coach nicknamed him “Big Dog” which he loved.   

Austin never did get to see Drew play, or cheer him on.  I’m positive he would have laughed at the antics of Drew, who was definitely the littlest tball player in the league his first two years.  I know Drew would have loved to have another person cheering him on, congratulating him for big plays, but he would have especially liked to have his Uncle Austin there.  And so would we.  I can’t quite fathom, that as we come to the end of Drew’s time in tball, that Austin missed it all.  That in the four years of watching Drew grow and mature, watching him go from the little boy who didn’t know what home plate was, to the kid making game winning catches at first base, that Austin wasn’t there for a moment of it.

I’m sad some days for Drew, that he didn’t get to have that.  But I know he has plenty of people around who do cheer him on and do love him.  I hope Austin does too, wherever he is.