As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a contributor over at my friend Sarah Halstead’s blog, In the Moment With. Sarah and I “met” through our love of photography and the shared experience of having a child with cerebral palsy.
It’s my turn this week to share, and – surprise, surprise! – I opted to blog about softball. I won’t be publishing a separate post on Tuesday of this week, but I’ll be back on Thursday. It begins:
When my daughter was diagnosed with cerebral palsy as a baby, it broke my heart – in all the usual significant ways, of course, but also in the ways that, in the grand scheme of things, shouldn’t matter all that much.
I had always dreamed of having kids who played sports.
I didn’t care if they were good at it, but I had envisioned an SUV filled with sports equipment and dirt and laughter, and I hated having to bury that dream. Nine years after her birth, I had put it behind me.
But Sarah Kate had a different plan. Just after her ninth birthday, she brought home the flyer for girls softball, and despite my fear and reluctance, I signed her up.