Delight begets delight

We've taken to heading out to the local park after dinner and throwing the disc around. I'm out of shape, and really wanting to be more physically fit, so I don't really mind having to run all over the place trying to catch the crazy throws that happen. A lot of them I just can't get to, some of the catches impress even me. And I run run run. It's great.

Today on the way over, I commented that I wanted to enjoy the time out running around. I didn't need to play coach, correcting everyone's throwing style or fixing everyone's follow-through. I wanted to and could just go out to the field and throw a disc around.

After about half an hour of the big one turfing his forehands, followed by one loud grunt of frustration on his part, and I broke down. When the disc came around to me, I demonstrated how the big one was throwing the disc, and whoop! nearly straight up it went. He giggled. I then explained he needed to keep his wrist and elbow level, and release horizontally, demonstrating what I meant. He picked up the disk, thought about the movement, went through the motion a few times, gripped the disc, and then threw it.

It went flat. It went far. It went right on target. It was a flight of beauty.

The look on the big one's face, the expression of delight at such a perfect throw that he had just thrown, that small person's epiphany at what he needed to do and the realization that he could do it, was totally worth breaking that small goal of mine.

I like appreciating these small wins. Delight begets delight.