When I was a little girl, my father gave me the most important gift, the gift of acceptance and unconditional love.
I was in the midst of those awkward middle school years. I was trying so hard to be cool, to be like everyone else. Above all, I wanted to fit in. All my friends played softball, so of course, I signed up to be on a team, too. I hated every single moment of it. I was afraid of being hit by a ball. I couldn’t catch, pitch, throw, or hit. Yet I kept right on trying. I went to each practice. When I got home, my dad spent countless hours trying to teach me and trying to help me improve. Nothing worked. I didn’t improve no matter how hard I tried. As hard as I was working to be better, my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted to be reading a book, or playing the piano, or spending time with my pets. The only things I liked about playing softball was sitting on the bench, visiting with my friends, and going to the concession stand after the game. Continue Reading »