And I Don’t Mean The Telephone

This past weekend was opening day for our community Little League Baseball. Both of our children love sports and were excited to go and pick up their new uniforms and reconnect with old teammates from last season.

I remember loving sports when I was a little girl. Getting a new uniform always brought me a new sense of empowerment. I was a year older, a little taller, and getting that brand new uniform always brought a lot of possibilities in my mind. I think organized sports is helpful to the development of children in many ways. Team work, collaboration, self-esteem, self-confidence, getting more in touch with their bodies and it’s just good fun.

A regular theme of all opening days in sports is the National Anthem. Every time I hear it, whether it’s the local Little League, The World Series on television, or at Dodger Stadium here in Los Angeles, I always cry—a lot. As I reflect on this, I think they are tears of gratitude. I’m grateful that I live in a country that honors free speech and free choice. In many parts of the world, I would not be able to write, let alone attempt to do the things that I write about.

Since you do have the freedom to choose what you would like to do, don’t miss my article today. It’s about answering your call and I don’t mean the telephone.