You'd think, by my level of excitement, that it was me getting out there today. That I was about to take the field for the big game. That I was journeying down, what could be, the long, fun path of little league.
Chase and Ryder are beginning baseball today. It is not even little league, nor tee-ball, it is just an indoor baseball clinic for 4-6 year olds, and I am so excited. I hope they are. I have dreamt of little leaguer sons, travel teams, dirty uniforms. Yes, it is no lie that I have hoped that one, if not three, of my boys would be baseball players and I would be a baseball mom. Today is the first step. Chase and Ryder seem excited, in the same way they are excited for everything in their four year old world. But, me, I am excited and nervous at the same time. I want them to be great ball players, but I promise to be OK with it if they are not. Oh No!! I do not want to be the over-bearing, sport obsessed parent. I do not want to expect more than they can give. I do not want to forget that they are 4 and not 14, that this is their first time playing, and that at least one of their levels of focus is far from where it needs to be. No, I do not want to forget these things, but I am not promising anything.
May this be the start of a long childhood of baseball.
1 comment:
This cracks me up. So the opposite of me. I dread the time ahead of endless practices and games and driving in five different directions. But I love your enthusiasm all the same.
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