Max played baseball for the local high school this year. When he tried out, we thought that there was going to be a junior varsity and a varsity. Turns out they only had enough kids for a large varsity team. He knew the team was a young and struggling one so he approached the year thinking that he'd get a little play time and face a few pitchers. Basically get a little experience for his high school years.
Well, the little experience turned into him being one of the starting catchers. He played in every game. He was accepted by the high school boys because he was a good player who was also a good sport. He cheered his team on, offered encouragement after a bad inning, high fived after a good play and he shared his gear with players who needed things. All around it was a very good experience for him.
But last week, last week was when Max's first high school letter arrived. We knew it was coming but he was like a kid on Christmas morning when he opened it. A 7th grader who lettered in high school baseball. I'm so proud of him.