When I think about baseball, I think about my son. I figured because he started playing so young (3 years old) that he would either burn out fast or love it. Guess what? He LOVES it. It feels like we all “play” baseball around here. Chris has coached his team since he started and I have tried to keep everything organized. I do not get an award….I tend to forget stuff. We love our team this season and we have all witnessed some amazing progress will each and every boy. I have made some wonderful friends through this sport and the hours our butts have sat on metal bleachers. I am thrilled that Conan loves the game and soaks it all up. He is fiercely competitive with himself which I have to remind him all the time that it is okay to mess up…o-well life goes on. I get a little sad thinking about the season being over and how our last game is tomorrow. Then I remind myself we still have a post-season tournament and the sadness goes away.
Chris put Conan in 10 weeks of batting lessons which I must say has paid off. Conan has hit 4 home runs this season and he has gained so much confidence. Chris and I live to watch our boy play. No words can describe the pure joy we feel when he gets up to bat, or puts his catcher gear on. It makes me want to burst and cry all at once. Every time he steps up to bat he looks at me, smiles and then I give him a special sign so he knows that his mama is there and proudly cheering him on! I can’t imagine it getting any better. I hope I never forget the way I feel when I watch him play.
I asked him the other day if he wanted to try a different sport. I named a few as suggestions and after a bit of thinking he looked at me and said, “I’m more of a baseball player.” baseball it is.
Here he is crossing home plate after hitting a home run!
OMG! Freckles! Need I say more?!
Yes, he caught it!
Chris pitching to the team!