This wednesday was a blur.  I worked on my essay again for a good while today.

My youngest son, the one with autism, had track and field day today.  He was talking all morning about how eager he was to win.  I didn't take this too seriously and was worried about his unrealistic expectations.  He surprised us all by winning two first place awards and one second place.

In the evening my son had a baseball game and took a ball in the eye during warm ups.  It was awful to see him lying on the ground writhing in pain and not being able to do anything.  I was grateful that the coach came and attended to him.  But the one thing that stands out to me is him telling my son that he couldn't sob (because the other team would hear?).  I was very proud of my son for pulling it together and playing in the game.  He did pretty well and made a couple of critical outs including an awesome snag down the first base line.  But he struck out at both of his at bats and cried after the second.  I felt worse than he did after the game.  I was also very proud of how he pulled himself together and finished the game strong.

Thanks be to God.