Savannah Bananas

They say "there is no crying in baseball," and I am sure that is true for a majority of people who attend any baseball game, especially a Savannah Bananas game. However it was not true for me as we attended a game this past spring. Before the game even started a kind simple action had me sobbing as we walked in to find our seats.

Our foster son, loves baseball! Taylor got to coach his little league team and we just knew he would enjoy getting to experience a baseball game. He would watch the Savannah Bananas on YouTube or with Taylor on reals/tiktok. Quickly he embraced that dancing is apart of baseball and it was thrilling to watch him deeply enjoy playing.

Fear melted away into joy as this sweet boy got to participate in little league. As we prepared to go to the Savannah Bananas' game I did not think that he would become crippled with fear again. I remember turning to Taylor and saying, "we may have to leave." Our foster son clung to my side and held a tight grip to my hand. My mind fills with prayers for this boy, the situations he had faced, the thoughts that maybe going through his mind, and a deep desire to watch the Lord turn fear to joy.

Then they announced that we are standing where all of the players are about to run through as they open the doors. Panic enters my veins, and my heart starts pounding, it's overwhelming enough to be in the crowd but we are about to be on the front line to the action. We shift back giving the necessary room for a pathway to form and players start coming in. Everyone around us is having the dance party of all dance parties, and now I'm overwhelmed too.

A player towards the end of the line stops in front of us, and kneels down coming down to eye level with our foster kiddo. I watch his face switch from overwhelm to a gleeful smile as this player asks our kiddo what his name is and has a quick but endearing conversation with him. Que the stream of tears. The power of one kind moment astounds me. I make eye contact with Taylor who is standing with some of our friends separated from us by a cluster of people. They assume my tears are out of a deep love for Savannah Bananas, and while I felt embarrassed by that idea then, in a way it was tears out of deep gratitude.

You see not only did this moment of kindness happen but many others throughout the game and long before we arrived. Bananas Foster, their non-profit provided our foster sons ticket for free and offers support for foster families. This is a gift full of endless kindness, so I will proudly say that for me there is crying in baseball.

(The photo was taken by our foster son on a old digital camera)

If you are looking for a fun event for all ages I 1,000% encourage you to sign up for the waiting list and get tickets for a game that supports foster care. https://thesavannahbananas.com/