The boys are signed up for baseball this Spring and they're ready to go. Our two older boys will play "Coach Pitch" and our younger son will be on the mighty "T - Ball" team. For the past couple of weeks, they have been outside practicing their hitting, throwing and catching with a gleam in their eye. Today I talked with one of their coaches from last Spring and she told me how her son accidentally got hit with a baseball right in the face. It knocked his teeth in with blood everywhere. This sent an unwanted visual through my mind that has stayed with me all day. It was just a few weeks ago that our son happened to crack his forehead on the back of a chair. If you look closely at the picture to the right you can see the scar a little above his right eyebrow. When he hit the chair it wasn't that traumatic to tell you the truth. Pressure was applied, kisses were given and all was well. The real drama began the minute we hit the doctor's office. When he figured out what was about to happen it was like watching a cat trying to climb the walls. If you would have told me how many grown adults it would have taken to hold one small child still, I never would have believed it. His doctor did an absolutely outstanding job at keeping a steady hand while stitching the battle wound on a moving target. It's something that I hope we never have to experience again though. As the boys get their team assignments in the next few days and gear up to play ball, I know I'll need to let them go and have fun. I'll hope and pray that the season will go without injury to any of the players - even though that's such a "Mom" thing to say. When I do get too concerned about their safety during a game, I can always count on our eight year old son to remind me not to worry because as always..."Chicks dig scars."
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Adam and Bea live in North Carolina with their three boys and a girl, Christian 13, Ethan 12, Preston 9 and Lauren Elizabeth 8 years old.