I was so excited on the day that CJ finished baseball camp because I'd gotten some pretty good pictures and wanted to blog them. Then Liam got hit with a baseball on closing night, and well, it just didn't get blogged. I hope you all can understand that I often find myself busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest and my blogging goes by the wayside.
With all of that said, this camp meant the world to CJ so I'm coming back to blog it right now. It's not so much that he gained a new skill in the game of baseball. On the contrary, I imagine he's still about as clumsy with a ball as he ever was, and that's fine. What mattered most about this camp is how "normal" CJ felt. His team leader was Deaf, his coaches were Deaf, his FRIENDS were Deaf. Some spoke with sign, some were oral, and some were like CJ using a little bit of both. Some had hearing aids. Others had cochlear implants. In the grand scheme of things, though, none of that mattered. At this camp, they were all just kids looking to have a good time.
I noticed that with each passing day, CJ's confidence grew a little bit more. Don't get me wrong. He's certainly not shy, and the kid has more charisma and spunk in his pinky finger than some people have in their entire bodies. CJ has always used his outgoing bubbly personality to distract people from the things he's not good at like socializing with kids his own age, gross motor activities, and really anything requiring him to step out of his comfort zone. Little by little, I noticed that he was realizing that he could do anything he put his mind to at camp.
It goes without saying that his favorite part of the camp was lunch and snack. He was pretty impressed that there were watering stations at each field, too. Each day he came home and told me in great detail about each and every snack or lunch he'd eaten. I know the majority of the food was donations from local restaurants and those sponsors are to be commended for a job well-done. If CJ liked it, it had to be good.
There were some pro ball players that came now and then to meet with the kids and sign autographs. I asked CJ if any famous people came to the camp to visit. His response? "Yep. Some firemen came to show us their truck. I got to sit in it, but it's not okay to honk the horn or turn on the siren. I'll remember that for next time." So, I don't know if any true celebrities came to the camp, but in CJ's mind they did. That's what really counts, right?
On the last day, CJ got to be part of an awards ceremony. He was pretty sure he was the camp MVP. We'll let him keep living in that little dream world. He did get a medal for having the furthest hit. I think the camp directors were being generous in granting him that honor, but he sure was proud.
That evening, we got to march into the minor league ball field (where Liam had his little incident) with the Energizer Bunny as a family. CJ was pretty sure he'd met a true celebrity with that silly pink rabbit. He was just as proud as any kid could ever be.
He's already talking about going back to camp next year. While I'm a little nervous about someone getting clocked in the head with a fly ball, wild horses couldn't keep me from letting him go anyway. For CJ, this truly was a Fantasy Baseball Camp.