Tonight the cuts were made, and my son did not react by celebrating his upcoming 4th year on the team, but rather by telling me how badly he felt for one of the kids that was cut. Baseball has always been everything to this player, and his parents...everything. My son told me he said a prayer for them....and we talked for a long time about how they must be feeling. We were at the place we have gone to for the past few years to celebrate his making the HS team....but this year, when dinner was done, I congratulated him....I told him....my congratulations were not for his making the team....but for being a kind and compassionate man....and then it dawned on me ladies....I helped raise a compassionate man! (Who can still hit the heck out of a baseball....) It was a very good moment for this Mom....then he left his Dad and I to go and study math with his girlfriend....
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