The boys had their last day of baseball on Wednesday and they got to play a game (they were just practicing skills before). Everybody had a turn to bat and everyone had a turn to run the bases and score. It should have been no big deal then when Joe ran across home plate. But it was.
When he crossed that plate his face beamed with pride and my eyes welled with tears. Thank God I was all Jackie O with my sunglasses on. I glanced around and did not see any other parents with my problem. It just all hit me at once. He is really becoming his own little person and I'm so incredibly proud of him.