I am a foster parent, and something amazing happened tonight.
One of the foster kids, I call him kid 1 as I can't identify him by name, plays baseball. The team has a rule, you are not allowed to support an individual player, you can only support the team. So instead of yelling go Kid 1, I am supposed to yell, go Boone! (team name).
Whatever, I have been yelling kid 1s name since the first game. If the coach wants to talk to me about that, I will hear him, but then he'd better hear me, my kid 1 doesn't have 3 generations of people there to support him, he's never had that - ain't nothing in the world going to stop me from cheering him. Coach has had the sense not to talk to me about it. Smart guy.
But a few games ago, a parent came to me and asked if he is my kid. I explained he is a foster kid of mine. They were confused, I get that, kid 1 is black, I am white. No one else shouts individual names, and I do it to such a level that my kid head nods me - he is totally saying, I hear you, please stop.
At tonight's game, every parent there yelled my kids name. I think it was every single parent there from our team. They are not yelling their own kids names, when their kids come up, it's clear who the parents are, as they yell 'go Boone', but when my kid 1 came up, everyone was yelling his personal name and supporting him.
I had tears running down my face as I turned and applauded them. I was unable to compose myself enough to talk to more than one of them, but I will get them all at future games, and thank them.
Kid 1, missed his first ball as he just turned to the crowd with his mouth open. He could not believe what was happening.
I can share this pic from the game tonight, as heck you can't even tell his race. I wish I had been composed enough to record them all cheering for him, but I wasn't.
Coolest experience of my life.