Sam and I have always been BFFs. Research states we should drive each other insane - his personality is just like mine - stubborn, passionate and a touch, um, "theatrical." But really, there is a whole lot of mutual admiration going on and I really cherish these years.
Don't get me wrong, I am stinking exhausted. A 4-year-old boy's energy level could power an entire nation - and it's been a year of discipline and growth for Sam big time. But then there are moments like last night that show that somehow, with Gods grace, we seem to be on the right path with him.
During baseball last night, there was some major testosterone being flung on the bench. The boys were in their batting order and R was hitting Sam's helmet, which I'm sure didn't feel great - and Sam was practically in tears.
Right before bed, he said to me "mommy, I have to tell you something about baseball, but I don't want you to be angry."
I reminded him that I will never be angry when he shares his heart with me.
"Well we were at baseball and R told K he was going to punch him in the face. And then K told R to punch me instead. I wanted R to be friends with me, so when they were all calling J names, I called him names too."
"You probably shouldn't call J names huh?"
"I know, mommy. Because I am a Christian and R isn't! I broke Jesus' rules and I know better than that. I should have showed R what love is like, and I made a mistake. And K IS a Christian so I was confused because he didn't show love."
We talked about how Christians mess up too, and how I was so proud of him that he recognized Gods rules and independently realized that he broke one.
We also talked about Gods limitless forgiveness and how proud God was that Sam wanted to do the right thing. I am super proud of him for applying his faith to baseball - our little Tim Tball haha...get it? Like Tebow but baseball and wordplay ....never mind.
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