The days of glory were built into one year of little league for me. I played outfield and according to my brother who remembers more about my short lived career than I do, I was the super double hitter. I loved the feel of the glove in my hand and the bat as it connected with the ball.
That year, our team tied for first place and I retired.
At 8 years old, I felt it was good to go out on a high plus it was much more fun to play baseball in my neighborhood with the boys. That’s obviously a different story.
Later as an adult, I would join another softball team. There, I continued my record of playing for one year and tying for first place. Go figure. I also covered the baseball team for the college newspaper.
To this day even if I no longer play, I remain a huge baseball fan. I enjoy watching the games and especially going to the games. You can read all about my obsession with one pitcher right here.
I couldn’t wait to have a kid who would share my love because of course, all kids love what their parents love, right?
When our son was born, we issued baseball themed announcements. Most parents bragged about their kids mastering the “bye bye wave”. I bragged that my kid could give a high five. He was already being prepared for life in the dug out.
It continued as my son grew older. Instead of playing with blocks and cars, he was expected to practice his swing. He works on his throwing arm and we have recently accepted he will not be a lefty pitcher. I am not going to lie. That stung a bit. At night, we read baseball themed books and sing the take me out to the ball game song.
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?
NO. Hours and hours of watching major league baseball instead. We also took him to a minor league game.
We even made it on the big screen at Yankee Stadium last year.
He may have sensory issues about wearing a hat but we are thinking we can just glue it on his head while he sleeps and he might not notice. We haven’t even told him about wearing a helmet or cleats yet. Going to wing those. We weren’t too sure about how he would do with a glove but got grandpa to handle that and it went well. We will see if he ends up freaking out about it. The kid is particular about his clothes so wearing a jersey might be a battle too. He also has a tendency to shut down around new people.
So basically what I am trying to say is that my career as a CRAZY BASEBALL MOM may be VERY short lived.
The first T-ball game is about to happen and we are ready…
Or are we?
What is something that you love that you would get a kick out of your kids taking up? Note: We didn’t really make our kid do all of that. Okay…some of it but not ALL of it. Stay tuned for what happened at the ballpark which will be in the next blog post!
Thank you so much for reading!