Yes. I am a Baseball Mom
For this one season, all three of my boys played little league. One in his last year, one in his first year and one at a level in between. This means we started the spring with three little league patches to sew on, three sets of uniforms to keep clean and three athletic cups floating around our house.
I'm not complaining.
Spending hours on at the field with three different teams opens up your opportunities to see old friends and make brand new ones (one is silver and the other gold...c'mon sing along!). I mean once you've sat on the bleachers and cheered until you were hoarse and then hugged every one around you after a big win, you feel pretty close.
While I never mind heading to the field one more time during the week, I've never thought of myself as a "baseball mom" until a recent discussion in the stands.










I've loved watching you take down the bad guys. I loved that you weren't afraid to go after anyone. I had high hopes for you. 









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