This past Fall, my grandson joined a Maverick 10U (aged 10 and under) travel baseball team. This team is special because it is a group of boys who not only like baseball, but like to play baseball, party, swim, ice skate and play together. One of the boys (and his younger brother) lives with an un-related elderly guardian. The boy is a naturally gifted baseball player (in my opinion) which amazes me because he has no home role model to practice with him the way the other team members do.
One of the moms posted an email recently asking team families to remember this boy and his brother during Christmas. I belong to a quilt guild that happened to have their annual holiday party yesterday. When I saw the various items (candy, pencils, rubber wrist bracelets, and stickers) in the party favor box, I thought about the ball player and his brother. I suggested to those at my table that if they didn’t want to take those items home to their kids/grandkids that they might want to give them to me for the ball player. Not only did they all give me their items, but one said she was going shopping for toys for local charity after lunch and to give her a list of things those boys wanted for Christmas! What a kind heart, I thought. This is what Christmas is all about.
Shortly before dinner, my quilting friend showed up at my house with two snow saucers and a bag of games and toys. Oh behalf of the 10U Baseball team and families, I send a big hug and thanks to this remarkable woman. I had to share this story because I truly believe it takes a village to raise a child and I couldn’t ask for a better village than the one where I live.
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