In May of 2010 I brought home my adopted son. He was 5.5 years old from Idaho with a past that would have broken the spirit of many of us. He has been abused and had been kept away from society in his early years. This is our adventure together. His adventure of discovering the world around him, learning, experiencing, and growing, and my adventure of raising him. This is a journal written to him and a way of keeping our memories.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Tis The Season
It is that time of year again and last night you picked back up the lacrosse stick and hit the field running. You were so excited to be back on the field and one of the boys. Lacrosse is definitely not as a big of a sport here so the setup is slightly different. It is more of a clinic for boys 7-10 (you barely made age cut off) but I do feel they worked on basic skills a little more which was nice.
You still need my support on the field but it is much less. Last year for your first season there were tantrums, gloves flying, me yelling, you crying, and lots of boys watching. Don't get me wrong, you came full circle and loved going but it was tough for you. Hand over hand help ment half the time I was clothes lining you with your stick because our feet would get tangled up and I couldn't hold you up. Working on scooping and running was more we scooping you and kicking the ball to the next player. With all that though you gave your high fives, "talked" to the boys, and left the season happy. So, why wouldn't I sign us up for this adventure again........
Last night though your motions were more fluid. There was no falling, clothes lining, or equipment flying. You did not need support to stay with group or follow directions and your certainly did not need support to engage with those around you. Your coaches are young and are excited to have you. The understand the passion and desire and are happy to have you on the field. They do grow them big here in Ohio so you were by far the smallest on the field but it did not slow you down.
Keep on moving baby - I am so proud of how far you have come and all that you try to do
Love mom
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