Father is biological, dad-daddy-pops-papa..... now those words are relationship. I truly have a great daddy. I think it is funny that when I say daddy, even today at 35, occasionally I will get a funny look. I can't help it, that's who he is to me. He has worked hard his whole life.... growing up in a gigantic, very poor family.... lots of boys... my poor aunts. He truly "pulled himself up by his boot straps." I admire him.
I can honestly say that Nathan Scheer is an outstanding daddy. Words to describe that fall short.... in fact, there are not enough words.... if there ARE words even. Most don't know his story. You should. If you want to see a glimpse of divine intervention in a man's life, you should talk to "Big Nat." (pronounced "gnat".... haha.... Maribeth Parette coined that term in all of her sweetness, and I just can't go back to Big Nate) The END of the story is a great one, after several step fathers, his DAD is awesome. His father, not so much. HIS DAD, Charles Huckabee, is his DAD. Tears stream down my face as I consider what it must feel like for your father to not be around..... for your father to walk away and seem like he doesn't care. I know he must care. I just watch Nathan and know that I am SO thankful to NOTHING but God, that Nathan is NOT a product of his environment. My children's Father's Days will never look like his. His Father's Days will never look like his biological contributor. I wonder if he stops on Father's Day and considers what he did as a father. Nathan's life had a purpose, and one of those purposes was to be DADDY to MY children.
Nathan's Pa molded his life..... Nathan's Pa is an amazing man. If you have ever been to one of Micah's baseball games or one of Jon Robert's soccer games, you know who Pa is. Nathan's Great Grandfather. Pa has left his mark on many lives, Nathan Scheer is one of them.
Bloggin "ethics" means Nathan will have to tell his story.... I can only tell mine.... I am leaving that topic now, it is very emotional for me.
WHAT A DAY WE HAD SUNDAY!! Micah was chosen for Ruston Dixie Baseball AllStars..... we are so proud! He is a "baby" as far as age goes, and I am SO proud of all that he has learned. Playing tournament ball with the Ruston Regulators has developed him in unbelieveable ways! This time last year we were considering whether or not he needed to stay in PeeWee, the first level of pitching machine.
We showed up Sunday at our tournament, and the boys were proud. Our little team and the other Ruston Dixie team are TRUE representations of Dixie AA baseball. We don't stack the sides, we don't choose AllStars before the season.... we don't play them all year so they will dominate at the tournaments. The jury is still out on how I feel about that. When little boys go to a tournament head held high because they were CHOSEN as some of the best from the season, you expect other teams to be the same. Basically, our team got our rear ends handed to us. We got to play travel ball teams that also play Dixie (like the Regulators that Micah played for).... the difference? The Regulators were evenly distributed among Dixie teams. So, now added with the other Ruston talent that didn't play tournament ball, we have FAIR teams representing Ruston. And we lost. Bad. There is definitely a positive side to losing.... I think everybody needs to know what that feels like. It is an added tool in your tool box that helps you with life. BUT, nobody like to lose. Nobody likes to lose so bad that it is humiliating.
What I do know is that we WON!!!! The umpire came to our coach after the game and told him that our team was a class act. He said that the attitudes of the players and the fans was great and that he would umpire teams like ours anytime. THAT is what 8 year old baseball is about, THAT is what 18 year old baseball is about. Being a true sportsman.... holding your head high, being disappointed not disrepsectful, playing hard even when it looks like you aren't going to win, shaking hands with a smile when 8 year olds with arrogance laugh and call you a loser. Managing disappointment is difficult for ME, I can't remember or imagine what it is like for an 8 year old boy....But I know that not one of our players threw a glove or a bat, or cried, or stomped. Not one of our boys blamed another team mate for mistakes. THAT is what makes me proud. A win is fun, NO DOUBT! But watching these boys that seem to have more maturity than some of the other coaches, makes me a PROUD MAMA!!! Seeing smiles on their faces, through the disappointment, sends me a message. We have an outstanding All Star team..... these boys are a pleasure to watch grow. The parents are a pleasure to be around. I have made friends by watching Micah play sports that I value dearly. The life as a ballpark mom is not one I would have chosen 4 years ago.... I will be honest. But today, I wouldn't trade it for the world and love every minute!
Such sweet memories.....
Micah ready..... He is so cute when he is up in this secondary postion..... You don't see that much in AA Dixie. He is strong as an ox like his daddy.
Sweet friends
Big Nat isn't used to being behind the fence.... but he's getting used to it! Love this Daddy son coaching time.
Nathan says that the ideal Father's Day would be to watch Madison dance, watch Micah play baseball, and watch Jon Robert play soccer, all on the same day. All on the same day won't happen I am sure, but OH how I love that I get to do that so often! All of that mixed with the best friends in the world..... well, true to my blog title.... LOVE TO LIVE! Who wouldn't love this life I live. ha! There are plenty.... I am known as the crazy person to some because of all we do.... I have in fact had some pretty harsh feedback about how this craziness is bad for the kids and me. I pray I don't live to regret it, but I just can't see how what we do can be negative. Good family, good memories, good friends, memories to last a lifetime..... Give it to me any day!!!
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