A little background.  DS1&2 were born 3 months early. It was very frightening and we weren't sure if we'd have a future with them.  Thank you God, they did survive those difficult early years.  Because of their rough start anything they did was truely amazing and a miracle to us. I get so excited about everything and I hope people don't think it is because I think my boys are better then everybody else's. It's because I never thought I get to see them do anything. Last year the boys joined T-ball. We were at every practice and game with the camcorder and camera to capture it all! Again, not because we thought they were greater then everybody else, but because we never thought we'd get to see them play t-ball.  This year DS2 thought he was ready to move up to coach pitch. DS1 thought he was ready also, but after two practices, decided another year of t-ball would be better and he is doing great there (Kids usually play ateast 2 years of t-ball before moving on). Today was opening day. DS1 had his game first and he did great; not because he made great hits, made great stops or ran fast, it was because he stayed on the field. He didn't run off crying every 10 minutes telling us he wanted to quit (he did that last year).  He worked with his team and did his best.  We were so proud of him. The next game was for DS2. There is a big difference between T-ball and coach pitch. In T-ball every kid gets to hit every inning, there are no outs, the kids hit off the "t" and only three innings (which was good because it was freezing and drizzling out).  In coach pitch, the coach pitches them the ball, three strikes and your out and three outs and your team is out. From what I had seen at practice, DS2 had only hit the ball maybe two times in all his at bats.  His first time up to bat he struck out. I leaned over to my mom and whispered, in my most positive and encouraging mom voice, that hopefully by the end of the baseball seasion, DS2 would get a hit.  I was expecting very much of him and think that is because of all those years of not knowing what to expect.  I was just thrilled that they were alive to be playing baseball; it didn't really care how they did. Well, wouldn't you know it, his next up to bat he hits the ball and his next up to bat he hits the ball again! I was yelling and jumping up and down. I was so excited for him. He still seemed a little lost out there, but I think that will come over time (for example, he forgot to run to first base after he hit the ball and then he forgot to run to second base after the next guy hit the ball; so we had two guys on first base, and then he never knew what to do with the ball once he got it in the outfield).  As I was putting him to bed tonight, I told him I was so excited for him and prould of him and wondered how he felt after hitting the ball. Were you excited or shocked. He says, "I didn't feel anything". Typical guy answer I guess. It's a baseball game, there are no emotions involved! Just had to share my proud mama moments.