Thursday, January 8, 2015

Let Go, Let Baseball


CaringBridge entry: May 24, 2008
"Yes, I'm getting good hits. It's real fun to be in little league baseball. Whenever I'm on base, I keep my eye on the batter and when they hit it, I run to the next base as fast as I can. Thank you for signing my guestbook. I like getting your notes. It makes me happy." -Jesse
Well I went to the game today...At first I was sitting there absorbing all that was going on. I saw so many kids with MD, CP, severe Autism and other handicapping conditions. I was thinking that my child didn't fit in and that he didn't belong there. And then...I overheard Jesse talking to one of the boys in a wheel chair on the field. With such pride in his voice, he told the boy, "I've never played baseball on a team before."It touched me so deeply. I got all choked up and with tears welling in my eyes, I admonished myself for thinking that he didn't belong yet one more place. He does belong. Anywhere that makes him smile and feel proud of being a part of something bigger than he is, is a place where he belongs. He doesn't look around that field and see disabled kids. He looks around that field and sees baseball players. Once again, my beautiful boy taught me a lesson in humility.





Jesse finished the season with the challengers in a "World Series" game at Frontierfield and earned a trophy for participation, just like everyone else.







He enjoyed the introductory experience to baseball, but was fully aware of the differences from "regular" Little League. He had been going to his sisters' games for years, and he yearned to play with the full experience. The following spring, we lost our baseball champion; Grandma Genie, an original Brooklyn Dodgerette in 1942, who passed away just a few months after her 90th birthday celebration. Jesse was also scheduled for his first growth plate surgery later that summer. Baseball wasn't in the cards. But in May of 2010, he was still highly motivated to live the American dream and play ball, so my husband, a Little League softball coach for several years, contacted the league coordinator and explained the situation. We wanted to increase the chances in any way that we could that he would have a positive experience. It was a gamble that we agreed to take so that we could give our son his rite of passage as an American preteen boy. Within 24 hours we got a call that a coach and team had been hand-picked for Jesse. He had been placed on a AAA team, Doyle Chevrolet/Subaru with Coach, Mike Kirby and Assistant Coach, Sean Kennedy. 
The kids on the team were a year younger than he was (he was 13 by now) and the coach and his assistant were both known to be encouraging and have a big-hearted approach to the game. We also contacted an organization through the school district called TiesTogether Including Every Student, which matched a trained peer volunteer with Jesse to provide support and encouragement during the games.  His name was Aaron and he showed up to every game. The bonus was that he was a mutual Yankees fan; he became a good friend to Jesse.  


Since the season had already started, Jesse's first practice was not the team's first gathering; they had already begun to bond. The coach introduced him to the team and explained some of his limitations in front of Jesse
, in a sensitive way that didn't embarrass him.  I stayed at the first few practices and watched closely for any sign of unkind behavior; ready to pounce. After his first game one of the boys yelled out, "Let's give it up for Jesse, the new guy!"  I was overwhelmed with relief and let my guard down enough to stop staying at his practices.   He got a hit at his second game.  He also got hit by two pitches and walked both times.  He didn't strike out even once and began picking up the fielding techniques he was learning.  He was trying so hard that it was sometimes painful to watch, but it was going really well and he was so proud.


"There may be people who have more talent than you, but there's no excuse for anyone to work harder than you do - and I believe that."
Derek Jeter

Jesse was blossoming. He was a part of a team. They won some and they lost some and he took quite a few pitches for the team, but the commonality was his huge smile at the end of every game.  He played third base and the outfield and he tried so hard every single time. He didn't play every inning and he fatigued easily, but he never complained and he never gave up. I held my heart in my hand with every at bat, not because I was afraid he would strike out, because I knew how badly he wanted to do well for his team.  There was one show-boaty team in particular which created anxiety, AT&T, in the bright orange jerseys. The coach was loud; often deprecating, and the team did a "victory lap" after every game they won.  As with all great Hollywood endings, Doyle Chevrolet was slated against AT&T in the championship game. What a nail biter it was!


CaringBridge entry: Jun 30, 2010 8:21am
The baseball season ended like a fairytale! Jesse’s team won the AAA Championship!!!  It was such an exciting game and an amazingly inspirational season.  To see the beaming smile on Jesse’s face each time he took a base, either by a walk, getting hit by the pitch or on a few occasions, due to a bunt, made it all worthwhile. Jesse learned much from his coaches, teammates and also from his TIES volunteer, Aaron.  Dare I say, I think he taught them all a few things as well?  He teaches me things about myself and about life constantly and this experience was no different. As I was “coaching” him to swing and take a chance, his coach was teaching him about pitch selection. I learned that I should definitely leave the coaching to the people designated for that purpose. 
In his end of the season email, Coach Kirby pointed out:
“I think the most important lesson we all learned is that when we rely on each other, from the best player to the one with the weakest skills, we win. Just in today's game,think about how important pitch selection is to a successful at bat.  I've been working with each of you on that all season. Today Jesse walked twice, making sure not to swing at pitches that were out of the strike zone.  This turned out to be key in our victory.  In one of those walks, he drove in a run (got the RBI).  Another one of those walks, he ended up coming home and crossing the plate. Those two runs and two outs could have been the difference in the game. Throughout the season, each of us were looking for how we contribute to the team, and how we make a difference.”
Not only did Jesse end the season with a great trophy (that he earned), but he made a lot of friends and gained a life-changing experience to add to his mental scrapbook.  I am so glad we took this chance and gave Jesse this wonderful opportunity, another lesson learned!


And there you have it; the run that won the championship!






Although he attempted to play one more season, the following year, the kids were older; a little more capable, a little less forgiving. He was older too and was gaining self awareness. There had been two leg surgeries by that final baseball summer and it just wasn't the same.  He reluctantly had to stop playing about 1/2 way through the season because it proved physically to be too hard on him. 

Jesse will always have the memories of winning the championship with his team, Doyle Chevrolet, and he will remember that feeling of standing in the dirt, with the sun on his face and the breeze in his hair, listening to the crowd cheering him on, for the rest of his life. As parents, we are wired to protect our children even though doing so may mean that we prevent them from gaining a valuable experience.  This time, I stepped way out of my comfort zone and exposed my son to potential doom. Thank God I did!  Baseball surely enhanced my less-able son's life in a primal way that is incomparable to any other thing that could have shaped him.  

"Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too."