Last weekend, our 12 year old, Tobey, fell on her left elbow and hyperextended it, taking her out of a good game in the Ohio.Com tournament in Cleveland: Grandma Jeanie and I know how very hard she and her daddy work in developing her as a pitcher. This is a message I sent to our Tobey the day after her injury:
U12 Girls’ softball Love
Tobey,
Grandma and I hope your night was not restless with pain, Beautiful.
We believe you are having a wonderful life, even though a stressful life, while you are so young.
We are glad that you stay in touch with God. Remember, at the times you can relax, to thank Him for all of your blessings, even the stress.
Things can pile up on anybody in life and take them away from reality. We never want to see that with our little girl.
Your little sister, Ida Scout, immediately wanted to be your nurse and we loved that.
Grandpa cannot interpret all things well, but something tells me God is in touch with us at all times. I am speaking of my attempt to get you girls’ grandma’s sweaters from the car to use in that cold restaurant.
As I reached the door of the restaurant, the Heavens opened and the rain poured. You saw it pour! I came back with out getting the sweaters then. It lasted only a few moments, then I went for the sweaters for our girls.
This sign tell us something, but I don’t fully understand. I haven’t witnessed an event, all so evidently a sign of something, in my seventy-five years on earth.
In spite of all, it was a great weekend of little girls’ softball. You are certainly important to your team, but you must, and I believe you do, realize that it is a team game. My good friend, Dick Klitch, the exceptionally good tennis pro, wants to give you some valuable lessons in tennis, and that may not happen. It is an individual’s game and he has been part of both types of competition. As a fine softball pitcher, good and getting better, you stand out as an individual. You steadily catch and pitch with your very best efforts with so much cool.
We were also impressed that your team continued to get better all season. The coaches- Liz, Autumn and Doug- devote so much time in molding the team. Your dad and mother helped and Daddy has worked so hard along with you. It nearly appeared fruitless, but the team definitely responded. There were so many great plays by so many of your teammates this past weekend in Cleveland . They all stepped up and played to win. Great infield and outfield plays and hitting in key spots entertained us- your fans. Many games were lost late, but teams have to know that all minutes, and seconds, count in a ball game and you and your team have been learning that.
I think the flash of a quick rain might, hopefully, be telling us that things have been bad but are getting better for each of us.
We confess to our prejudice that you are a very best thing in our life among so many wonderful family and friends which our great God has given us.
You must always know that grandma and I love you now and forever, TobeyTeener PotsaPeener!
Grandpa Sam
PS: You know this comes from our hearts. Would you design a cover for this love story, our twelve-year-old graphic designer?
