Learning Through Failure
Cohen, you had an experience this week that you probably will forget, but I hope you don’t. You and Ian had baseball games at the same time, so I was running back and forth between the two ball fields. I was the only one there. Mom was at home watching your little brothers and sisters. Grandpa and Grandma surprised both of you and drove up to the games. There was a moment in your game when you got up to bat with the bases loaded and two outs. It was the third or fourth inning, and your team was trailing by three runs. Grandpa and I got excited as you were heading up to the plate, and what I think may have been the first time, at least the first time I have seen; you understood what was at stake.
In the grand picture of things there was nothing at stake, but at the moment, there was a lot. I don’t bring this up to remind you about what happened, but what happened afterward. You struck out. You were upset. As you walked back to the dugout, you showed some emotion and started crying in the dugout. I was not upset, nor did I get upset. I talked to you about practice and some of the things that we need to work on and practice.
I was extremely proud of you, not for failing, but for caring about something so much that it emotionally changed you. There will be many times in life when you fail; I hope that you care about those things enough to keep going. I have let people down at times, but because I care about them, I continue to do what I can to make it better. I hope you learn from the baseball experience something much more important than just striking out.