Tonight my 9yo pitched his first baseball game. He loves baseball, but can be a bit awkward at times. This has been a tough season for him, as he hasn't had a single hit. He wanted to try out for pitcher at the first of the season, but the coach didn't let him. I think he thought my son was just too clumsy to be a good pitcher.

Son and hubby have been practicing at home, and my son finally got the courage to ask his coach for a chance to show him his pitching skills before the game. Well, it started out as one coach watching him, and then the coach went and got another coach. They both stood there, knodding their heads.

Later in the game, our son told us that if they scored a few more runs (ie, if the lead was big enough to take a chance on my son) the coach would  let him pitch. Before we even had the chance to blink, he was on the mound.

The smile on his face was amazing. He did so well. He struck out two batters and walked several, but he was so awesome to watch. At the end of the inning, as he left the field I could tell that he felt like a superstar. I thought to myself, that the smile on his face and the pride that he felt was better than having any of my own accomplishments.