EPILOGUE-Tonight we had baseball practice. As Ian stepped up to the plate I remember it is about him and not the number of hits. It would be about the number of cheers from his number one fan-me. It would also be about the approval from the 'men's men' coaches. They are all the definition of testosterone, however, they demonstrate a humor and care about our little fellas that is truly memorable to this mama. Tonight, after a few stance adjustments, Ian was hitting it out of the infield better than ever. Coach Steve, a brusque guy who picks on the Moms who hover around practice, said, "And this is the guy who told me he wasn't any good at our first practice. Look how good you are doing now. I told you it would get better!" Ian grew an inch at the praise. My heart grew too. He will get better at this baseball thing. And so will I.