As a parent, I’m finding that there are big moments like their first steps, first words and the first day of school.  Then, I’m finding there are little moments that come and fill you with pride and hope for their future.  For those who are not true fans of the game this one might slip you by, but for those who love baseball, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

In yesterday’s second inning, Ry was moved from right field to 3rd base.  For a kid who could barely throw a ball at the beginning of the season, this was a big deal!  I don’t want to exaggerate (who am I kidding… I love to exaggerate) but this moment in the little guys life could be equal to his first steps!

The beauty of the move to 3rd base was just how innocent Ry guy still is.  He didn’t realize he was in right field for his own safety.  He didn’t realize that there was a huge fear that he couldn’t field a ball.  After the game, all excitedly, I said to him, “Ry, you were at 3rd base, that’s a tough position!”  Without missing a beat, Ry responded, “Yeah but I got two walks also…so can I get a treat?”   Little does he know, he already had one… at 3rd base.