Its been a long week. A heart stopping, heart wrenching, emotional week.
Jock actually did get to play a little in his game on Thursday. And his coach had a talk with him about having benched him at all. There was a little misunderstanding about some perceived attitude. All seems to be well now, and it looks like we'll be playing again on Tuesday. (Ok, yes, I know... there isn't a "we" as I won't actually be out on the field or in the dugout, but... *shrug*)
Bug had a game last night, where he finally ....FINALLY.... broke out of his hitting slump. His first at bat, he hit a really weird single. I say really weird, because he hit the ball, it headed out towards the gap between the third baseman and the shortstop..... when it abruptly DROPPED onto the grass. Like it had simply hit a wall. Strange. However, it got him to first base. His next two at bats resulted in triples! WooHOO! The final one bringing in the winning run in the last inning! He was totally on top of the world after that. Can you blame him?
Coach and I have done some deep soul-searching on how involved we get with the boys' sports. And while we haven't actually talked about it, I think we've reached a good place. He loves to coach. He's good at it. He knows his stuff. And he makes a difference in these young lives that he touches for a short time. We've heard from some previous players this past week about how they wish they had him back. They miss him. And this is coming from the older kids he's coached. One of whom is actually Jock's current coach's son! Coach has heard from some of the parents of his current team that their boys are learning more about baseball this season. We even talked to the president of the local football league here today when we went to get Bug registered for the upcoming football season. He told Coach that even though he missed the deadline to submit his application for a head coaching spot, he really wanted Coach to fill out the assistant coach's application. He told Coach that while it was ultimately his (Coach's) decision to either sit back and be a parent, or continue with coaching.... he (the president) thought it would be a great shame to not utilize the talent, passion and knowledge Coach has for coaching. And yes, Coach filled out the app.
We drove the boys out to the crash site today. It was both humbling and moving. We were there for probably only ten minutes or so, but it felt like time sort of stopped for that little bit. We walked around the memorial that has sprung up for D. We traced the path the SUV took. We imagined where the boys had ended up when they were thrown from the vehicle. Both my boys were silent. My ever-energetic Bug was still. My super-stoic Jock had tears in his eyes as he left a message on a card there. Coach got very clinical and matter of fact, talking to others asking questions. And I cried. And prayed. Prayed that God would look out for my babies as they grew. Prayed, selfishly perhaps, that I would never have to experience what D's parents are going through. Prayed that my boys would never forget the lessons they've learned from this.
And then we loaded up the car and drove home in silence. But you can bet there was a seat belt on every body in the car.