Tuesday, July 29, 2014

My Heart Belongs To A Baseball Player

I don't know where it comes from, this athleticism. Certainly not from me. I'm about as athletic as a lint trap. But he's got this skill that spills into everything he tries and I can't help but be proud every time I watch him do something new.

He tried soccer for a year. He was good at it. I hated it. For a hundred different reasons but mostly because the coaches were idiots and didn't teach them one thing.

When he announced that he wanted to try baseball my reaction was: well, it can't be worse than soccer.

I don't know why, but finding information about our local baseball club was like searching for the lost mates of the socks in the laundry room cupboard.

It didn't exist online. No one I asked had any idea.

I finally emailed the town to say please please direct me to someone who can get us involved. The town connected me to the man who runs the arena and he connected me to some guy who knows something who finally connected me to one of the Rookie Ball coaches.

It was like gaining admission into a secret fraternity.

And I loved it. From the first practice to the last nail-biting tournament game. I loved it.


The coaches were amazing. Liam was a natural. The kids were adorable. Watching each week as they got better and better was exciting. Being around a crowd of encouraging, supportive parents was refreshing.


The tournament was on a weekend that I already had too much to do. I dreaded it. But actually being there on the sidelines, watching them fight their way back after losing their first game to win the rest...sitting on the edge of my seat as they were in the bottom of the last inning, bases loaded with the last batter at bat and four runs needed to win the game. A grand slam never disappoints! {Unless you're on the other team, I suppose.}
We left that diamond sunburned, covered in a layer of dust, exhausted and thrilled.

"Can I play again next year?" he asked me.

"You better!" I told him.

I am a baseball mom. My heart belongs to a baseball player. And I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I really, really love that.

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    1. It really took me by surprise and now I'm so sorry it's over for the season. We're already looking forward to next year :)

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  2. Heidi EastmanJuly 30, 2014

    Paige has been asking to play baseball next year since the tournament. Now I may not try to change her mind so much!

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