Catch

April 26th, 2012

This year I will only have three boys out for baseball.

My eldest is looking for a job and is going to focus his free time on summer basketball.

Never fear, I will still spend way more time watching baseball games than I ever could have dreamed possible in my life prior to having sons.

Weeks, months, entire years of my life have been spent watching my boys play ball.

By the end of the season I will be have developed a facial tick at the mere mention of the word baseball.

My joints will seize up at the sight of a bleacher.

My hands will be frozen into the shape required to hold a snow cone cup.

Sunflower seeds will line the bottom six inches of my purse, my car, the kitchen floor, my lawn and yes – even my bathtub.

I like watching my boys play.

No really!

I do…

Until about half way through the season when I just can’t…

I CAN’T!

I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!

NOT ONE MORE GAME!

NO!!!!

PLEASE NO!!!!

But I go to them anyway.

Because you know…

that whole mom thing.

Comments

  • poppy:

    I feel your pain.

  • linda:

    Awwww you are a good momma! I felt the same way about Volleyball back in the day. I made hundreds of burritos for the concession stand every year. Now they can’t do that because of health regulations. Ahhh those were the days.

  • I must admit I’m somewhat jealous. Growing up, and still, baseball is my favorite sport. Neither of my kids love it like I do. So instead of watching countless innings of baseball, I walk along as my boy plays 18 holes of golf in tournaments. That’s 4 hours of watching the tiny ball. 4 hours. But he and Rob love it, and I get a tan! :)