Our community just created a division of Challenger Baseball for adults; a fun, inclusive baseball league for adults with disabilities. Each player has a buddy to help and cheer them on, run the bases, hit the ball, and enjoy the game in a relaxed, supportive environment. The focus is all on fun, teamwork, and smiles!

Josiah played Challenger Baseball when he was much younger.  He ‘played’ and I use that term loosely, for 4 years.  He didn’t really enjoy it.

I just looked back at a blog post I wrote in 2015.  Here’s what I said then:

One year ago, Josiah was an active participant in our town’s Challenger Baseball League, willing to step up to the plate each week and knock one out (okay, more like graze one off of the tee) for his team, the Heroes.  It only took us 4 years to get him to that point.

The first year mostly he just cried. The second year we bribed him with beads. The third year he tolerated it with lots of encouragement, plenty of praise and a little bit of bead bribery. This year we can’t get the boy to put on his uniform; not the shirt, not the pants, not the socks and most certainly not the shoes.

It only seems fitting then, without a moment’s hesitation, I signed Josiah up for this new league the instant I learned about it.

I signed up to be the Team Mom.

Here’s the thing. I’ve been trying as best I can not to sign Josiah up for all the things.  He doesn’t really enjoy them.  Change is a challenge and transitions are very difficult for him.  He seems content with his life as it is and doesn’t seek adventure.

I’m the one that wants to do all the things.  I’m the one that wants Josiah to want to do all the things too.  So, I took a leap of faith and now I’m asking everyone and their brother to pray it all goes well.

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