I was in a pretty sour mood yesterday evening as I was updating the blog. I was hurting for a family I have never met in person, hurting for so many families who have had to endure the unthinkable loss of an infant either to trisomy 18 or other unfortunate circumstances. Statistically speaking we should have been right there in that same boat, but we’re not. I don’t know why God said yes to us, and not others. It seems so unfair from my limited viewpoint. I sat there on the couch aimlessly trying to figure it all out while William was watching the Reds game. I was momentarily and joyously distracted by something that had taken place on the TV involving a Reds bat boy. The tears of sorrow that had been welling up in my eyes spilled out as tears of joy as I watched this man with Down syndrome, the Red’s Bat Boy, on fire excited about a homerun for the Reds. Even the announcers were excited, not so much for the homerun, but for the infectious and passionate joy that this man was exhibiting. One announcer said, “This is a person who wants nothing more in life than for other people to experience good things.” Wow.
I later read the story (read it here) and got to watch the whole thing transpire again with a video within the article. His name is Teddy Kremer and this was his second opportunity to work as a Reds Bat Boy. Just before Todd Frazier was up to bat, Teddy told Todd to hit a homerun for him–and he DID. In the story I linked above, Todd Frazier said, “How can you be mad with a guy like that around?” — or on TV as the case was for me.
I just found such joy in witnessing that that I had to share it.
Nora is as sweet as ever. She spent the day getting kissed and loved and sniffed and “pinched” and “bitten” by her Muthr.
You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!
(Psalms 30:11, 12 NLT)