Baseball Moms

Baseball Moms.

We are perhaps a unique breed.  You name a number, we can give you a name.  Need to get a stain out of white pants, we are your savior.  Want to know how to feed your child lunch in 2-1/2 minutes between games while they are transporting their equipment, we are there.  Not  to mention we have an extra sandwich for the child brought by only their dad,   A backseat in our car full of blankets and sweatshirts.  Extra chairs in our trunk.  And extra love and support for all of them, along with sunscreen and bug spray.

We are a family.  Sometimes dysfunctional, but who isn’t?  We share our joys, our concerns, our pain.  And the occasional glass of wine.  Or beer.  Or Gatorade if that is all that is available.

We cheer for each other’s children, run for ice packs if they are hit by a ball, console them if they had a bad day.  Buy plastic zebras to motivate them, promise them milkshakes, read them toilet trivia…please do not make me go on!

I love my fellow baseball moms, no community I would be prouder of belonging to!

A toast to my baseball family!  THAT’S why they have wine!