Baseball Brother

Sometimes I wonder how I'll be able to love my own children as much as I love this little brother of mine.  Just like the mothers having a second child wondering how they will be able to love the new baby as much as they love their first; I know they will.  And I know that I will, too, but I love the love I have for him.

 

 

I adore watching him play baseball.  And I say adore like I'm watching a wee little boy slamming a big plastic bat on the ground, but that is not at all what I mean.  I adore his dimples and his serious "game face."  I love the way he looks towards me in the stands while he's in the dugout and knowing that he cares that I'm there to watch him play.  I was so proud to see him up to bat with his teammates cheering him on, and proud to see him on the pitching mound for two innings with no one scoring off him.  I even adore being able to see him out in center field, knowing that's my little brother, and hoping the other team hits a fly ball into center field so I can see him catch it and make everyone proud.

Last weekend he played in a tournament and hit his first over-the-fence homerun!  Here is a picture of him with his homerun ball.

 

Every single age and stage of his has been my favorite, and this one, yet again, is a favorite of mine.  I'm very proud of him.  I know that I'm an older sister to him, by thirteen years might I add, and I know that I call him my "little" brother, because he definitely is, but at the same time, I think of him as a companion.  I care about him, and sometimes it's in a motherly way where I think he should be doing this, or work more at doing that, but other times, I'm simply excited to hear about his life at school, with friends, and lately even girls. 

He knows that with the parents he has and his two older sisters, it's going to be a lot harder for him to find a girl one day that everyone approves of, but he says so with a smirk on his face.  That smirk that exhibits those dimples that I wish I was fortunate to have gotten since we come from the same genes and all.

I'll keep cheering you on, this season in baseball, the next, and in everything you do, young man.