This baseball season is coming to an end and I have to say that it makes me sad. Sure, its been like a juggling act trying to get to two games at different parts of town at the same time whilst remembering to pick up my daughter from her ballet class at some point. It may seem stressful, but I see it as more of a routine and I welcome it as part of our lives at this time of the year.
This year has been especially rewarding because my son’s team has worked together in such a way that has truly melted my heart. I am not talking about the “give every kid a trophy/we are all winners” mentality, but the actual camaraderie amongst them is amazing.
No kid is picked on for striking out, but instead a slew of “that’s okay, good swinging!” and “you’ll get ’em next time” comes from the dug out. The communication between them on the field is equally impressive. One boy, who we will call “bear”, is especially vocal and gets the boys ready on the field. I have grown accustomed to his yell of “balls in, going down!” and “play’s at first!” and look forward to hearing him get the boys baseball ready at every game.
The kids are all at different skill levels and all have their strengths and weaknesses, but it is somehow cohesive in this situation and has come together perfectly.
We are also blessed to have a supermom cheerleader whose voice can break sound barriers. She is spectacular and my daughter loves to come to the games just to hear her cheer the boys on. I enjoy her as well and the boys really take the energy she puts out there onto the field and it shows. I love being around her but try to keep at least a 5-10 foot distance barrier to be nice to the old ear drums. Mama can belt it out. In all seriousness, she is just as much a part of this team as one of the players and has proven to be a most valuable asset.
It is not all about the feel-good mushiness either, because together with this camaraderie and closeness comes great teamwork which has led them to win almost every game they have played. They have only lost one and tied one thus far this season. These boys are just fantastic and there is not one shred of selfishness or superiority complex among them.
We have a night game this evening and for the first time this season, there is only one game we will have to be at. This means my husband and whole brood will be able to enjoy their brother and the “Haley’s Comet” of baseball teams play.
Sure I hope for a win, but I go to this game knowing that even if they do not, they have already won because of the life lessons they have come away with this season. I know I am a better person by simply being a part of it all.
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