lessons from a baseball tournament

I returned from a week  camping at Pismo Beach in my trailer next to four of my grandchildren, one who was participating as an all star in a baseball tournament with teams from Central California.  He had four games--we saw all of them--and his team won the tournament.  Yeah, Zeke!

Here's some lessons I learned while "spectating"...

1.  Grandparents, for all of their oxygen deprivation, can scream loud when a grandchild is at bat.

2.  Grandchildren (mine) are the most skilled on the field.

3.  Grandchildren love it when grandparents notice what they are doing.

4.  Grandparents love to say, "That one belongs to me...", as if they had something to do with their grandchild's athletic prowess.

5.  Grandchildren are inconsolable when they lose, although sweets and dessert will go along way towards taking the edge off...

Here's my conclusion about the week.  Grandparenting is a special task to which grandparents are called--not just to admire their grandchildren's accomplishments on the field, but to walk alongside them in life, and to cheer them on in victory and defeat.

Winning a tournament is an occasional treat.  Living with disappointment may be a more common event.  Share the good and the bad.  It's life.