Thursday, May 23, 2013

VPM, no, MPV, no, MVP, yes! that’s it!

This past spring Gabriel has been participating in baseball. Being from the mid-west and still rookies at the whole kids-in-sports mind-frame, we had no idea how big of a deal spring baseball is here in the desert. Seriously, baseball here starts as early as a kid can stand on his/her own two fall and not fall over from lack of balance. Needless to say, Gabriel has been playing baseball since some of our first days together. He loves it. He loves all sports.

 He’s lucky in that he has a natural talent where his hands seems to do exactly what they are supposed to, where his reaction is fast enough to catch balls he shouldn’t be catching at his age, and that he can hit the ball “all the way to the fence” as he likes to tell me. We are very proud of him. It’s fun to watch him play because he’s like a Golden Retriever chasing a ball. Seriously, that is how one of his first coaches described him. Where ever the ball is, that’s where Gabriel wants to be. And although he’s gotten so much better at staying in his position, he’s always the first one on the field, back in the dugout and ready to bat at the changing of the innings. He lives for sports, for baseball. When he’s not at practice, which seems to be almost every other night, he’s in our tiny back yard pitching balls at the back fence, practicing his bunting skills (again because there is no room to practice actual hitting) or he’s asking to go to the grass so he can really let them rip.

It has also been a gift for Jarrett who can relive his childhood dreams of playing the All-American sport. Jarrett has been able to be the coach or assistant coach to almost all the teams Gabriel has been on, and secretly he’s confided in me that many of the dad’s ask him what he did to make Gabriel so good. It’s funny, because in reality we can’t take the credit. Yes, Jarrett does go practice with him and try’s to support his love as much as time allows, but the real secret to the question the dads are asking is… we haven’t done anything. It’s one of his natural gifts.

 It’s wonderful to see his passion sparked and how he’s so interested in learning all that he can. When baseball is on TV he’s glued to it, reporting over the announcer to us about what each player did, the statistics of each team and about what he would have done, if he was on the team. Again, if only he could remember his school reading books, like he can sport statistics.

 And so with the rising triple digit temperatures, the spring season of baseball is winding down. In fact just this past weekend, Gabriel’s team finished up their season and after their last game, their coaches talked individually about each of the players and highlights from all of their games (and yes there were a lot of them). Unfortunately Michael, Isabelle and I had gone home already because the game was already hours past bedtime, and Isabelle had had enough (insert: seriously meltdown moment to be described later) so I didn’t get to hear what the coach had said.

 At home though, when Gabriel and Dad arrived, I could tell Gabriel was excited to share the news because in typical excitement fashion behavior… I heard the van door… SLAM, then the door from the garage… SLAM, racing footsteps then the laundry room door… SLAM and within seconds, he was at my waist, trying his best to spit the words out. Breathing heavily from racing he said, “MOM- GUESS WHAT?!?!?!” in a high pitched, screeching tone. Trying to sound just as excited, I asked back, “WHAT Gabriel!?!?!?” “MOM- I was selected at the team VPM!!!! Can you believe it?” Now looking for Jarrett to come into the kitchen for back up, and desperately racking my brain for the meaning of the baseball term VPM. Thankfully, he quickly realized what he had spit out, came out incorrectly he said, “Not VMP Mom, I mean MPV” and it was then that I realized he meant to say MVP! “Oh I said, Gabriel you were selected to be the “MVP?” at which point we both spit out the acronym at the same time. “Mom”, he said, “They selected me to be the Most Valuable Player.” We celebrated with high fives, hugs and phone calls to grandparents to share the exciting news.

 While Gabriel repeated the three letters in the correct order time and time again, I soon realized I was going to be hearing this word frequently in the next few days. While we told him it was okay to tell his family and to be very proud of himself, we didn’t’ want him to sound like he was bragging or arrogant to the other players and his friends. He responded with his typical I’m-7-and-know-everything attitude, “I know mom, baseball is a team sport.” We celebrated again.

 And so all weekend, anytime there was something he wanted to do, something to buy or something special treat, I’d hear him ask, “Mom- can I play my video game since I’m the MVP. Mom-can I eat that whole bag of candy, remember I am the MVP. I get to go stay up late, because I’m the MVP, right?” Unfortunately he quickly learned, the benefits of being the MVP, don’t reach too far outside of the field.

 But super proud we are, and we can’t wait to see him continue to follow in his passion, for it truly is something he loves. He’s already talking about fall ball, while mom and dad try to figure out the schedule and how to make it work. I guess that’s just one of the other many qualities of being a parent. The rewards of watching your child thrive in something that is their passion, is so enjoyable, you’d do almost anything to help them continue to live in that moment. It doesn’t matter that you bake in the sun while it’s 105 degrees , or that you’ve been asked by the opposite teams spectators to keep your littlest child quiet or that your other child (who cares less about sports) has ant bites all up and down his legs from digging in the dirt (to pass the time away from yet another baseball game). Its about sacrifices and rewards and as a family you celebrate them all together.

 Way to go MVP, we are so proud of you.  We love you Gabriel. ….your biggest fan club (Mom, Dad, Michael and Isabelle)

Until next time,

angie

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