I have a confession to make...
Yep, it's sad, but true.
I'm a baseball Mom.
And I'm NOT good at it.
This year, The Little-Foreman-in-Pink (5)
and Worker #4 (9) are playing baseball.
This makes me a ...
running between practices 6 days a week,
attending a combined 6-8 games a week,
Filling the Water Bottles,
Slathering the Sun screen,
Spritzing the Bug Spray,
sore palms from clapping,
cracking voice from cheering,
Now, don't get me wrong... I said I am a Baseball Mom...
I never said I was a good one!
Opening Day and the first games of the season were last week-end.
I was all excited to watch my little ones play.
The 4-5 year old T-Ball game was first.
We got there in plenty of time.
The little girls were SO cute with their over-sized pink batting helmets and face guards.
I waited for my little redhead to make her way to the plate.
She took her stance, and prepared to swing the bat.
Something came over me.
I jumped out of my seat and started yelling...
"Go Clover!!!, Hit it hard!!, Bring 'em Home!! Whoo Hoo!!'
She swung the bat, hitting the T and NOT the ball.
"That's ok Clover! You'll get it next time!! Keep your eye on the ball baby!"
Then I I heard a little voice...
Why are you yelling to Brittany? I'm your girl. I'm over here!"
Oops! I sat down and shut up.
Then it was worker #4's game.
He is 9, 9 yr old games are intense man!
The other baseball moms are Hard Core!
They all have team shirts with their kids names and numbers embroidered on the back saying things like.. "Brandon's Mom" or "Jimmy's Mom".
They all have their matching folding chairs,
Full make up,
Orange slices to give to their player.
Not a hair is out of out of place.
They know their cheers.
They have their seats saved with special bleacher chair thingies.
I, however, am lucky I remembered to brush my teeth before I rushed out the door to get to the ball park on time!
It's gonna be a Looong season!
2 years ago