His leg was hurt and he wanted me to carry him from the field, which I did. And he wanted me close and did not want to go back in to the game at all. I (tried) to encourage him, say the right things "we can't give up", "you'll be ok", etc only half believing. He's my little boy! I want him to feel safe and secure. I struggled with the balance of mothering and over coddling.
I was unprepared for the experience.
He tells me through a turned down lip and fighting back tears while I'm tucking him in, "you told me you'd see me out there, but you didn't!" (I told him, as I was leaving him in the dugout so he could re-enter the game eventually, that I would see him out "there" meaning in the field, hoping he'd be encouraged to re enter the game). That left an impression on him, but I'm not sure why? Did he feel disappointed in himself that he didn't go out again? Did I let him down somehow?
I am left feeling so confused by it all. I just want to know exactly what he's thinking and feeling so I can respond appropriately. So I can help him use the experience to grow, to feel better.
To compound it all, I had told Annabelle that I was just "over here" (assisting Drew in the dugout) and thought she acknowledged. But when I came back out, she was standing all alone, looking lost and close to tears, and says "where did you go?" Hugging her tight, tried to console her. Reassure her that "I will never leave you-ever...and you may not know where I am always, but I know where you are..." (Knowing that is a partial lie). Heartbroken that she felt abandoned even if for only a moment.
It was one of those evenings filled with too many moments that I was left feeling a little sad by and a lot unsure of.
Thankfully God has us all in His hands, and I can cast my anxieties on Him,
Because He cares for me - and my children. I know He will give me wisdom and hope-for the moments when I'm at a loss.









