My heart stopped tonight. John was playing pitcher at his last baseball game of the season when he got hit hard in the mouth with a ball. I saw him fall and all the coaches surround him. I ran out of the stands to the field and all I could think was please let him be crying when I get there. It was an awful, horrifying, scary moment, but John is a tough kid. Despite a bloody nose, fat lip, and losing a baby tooth somewhere on the pitcher’s mound, he is smiling now. He is going to be sore tomorrow, but I will take that.
I am so proud of this boy. It was a very hard hit and seeing the blood from his nose really scared him. John handled it like a champ and he even insisted on writing a letter to the Tooth Fairy explaining how he lost his tooth. I suspect a somewhat large payout ($5) tomorrow…
