by Sheree Comeaux
When I ask myself what I enjoyed about being a baseball mom, the first thing I think is EVERYTHING. When I ask myself what I miss about it, it’s the same answer. Yes, we were always at the ballpark during the week and on weekends, but how could I resist this face and trucker hat?
When t-ball started, I had no idea if he would even enjoy baseball, but I had my fingers crossed because I grew up at the ballpark going to watch my three older brothers play and I loved it.
Well, much to my delight, he loved it too! And so it began…
Before I knew it, the little guy who was so excited to play t-ball, was playing high school ball and being interviewed for the newspaper.
And pitching his team to the state finals:
I never thought I would say this but I do miss the craziness that is baseball season and the running around trying to make it to tournaments out of town on time and making sure we had plenty of Powerade & sunflower seeds.
Okay, all you young moms out there, make sure you soak it up while you can, because before you know it, the little boy in the t-ball uniform can become this:
And he’ll get his own Powerade & sunflower seeds.
