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Okay-this is going to sound kind of corny but will post anyway. My 12 (almost 13) year old son just played his first games on a regulation size field. He was the first for his team to take the mound. He struggled the first inning I think more due to the fact he warmed up too early, but settled down and did just fine. I was just so proud and excited about all the exciting things this sport will be bringing to my son. Kind of like a rite of passage sort of thing. Just thought I'd share. Carry on!
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BBfam....
My 13-year-old is a catcher and pitcher. I know how you feel! The first time he threw a runner out at second base was really cool. He continues to amaze me with his throws to second. It seems like such a long way for a kid who's only 5'5" and 100 pounds soaking wet. The kid has got an arm that we hope he grows into. He's lucky to have a brother playing in the SEC. Gets to see what could be down the road if you work hard. I really appreciate your sentiment about that feeling of pride. With the second ballplayer, I'm stopping to smell the roses more often. Life is good!
When my three young children were little it seemed as though my entire day was consumed by just getting them what they needed and running around like crazy while they napped. I spun in circles non-stop. Spin spin,..run run, pant pant,..oh yes,..hug, squeeeze,..try to not forget the toddlers first steps,...spin some more.

Now,...they are teenagers. A little more self reliant, yet still need me,..only in different ways. The spinning hasnt really stopped so-to-speak, yet I find that there are moments,..some just a quick flash, where I feel my world stop and go into slow motion. There is no sound.

This didnt always happen before.

Its not that double play my son just made that I see,...its that split second look on his face after he realized he " got it there " in time, on target. The world gets quite. His facial expression is implanted in my memory. I see him glance for me in the stands,..only briefly. He knows I'm there, he knows I can feel his heart beating strong, he just knows.

Perhaps these moments happen now because I am older. Because I have learned its not just about getting through the day, its loving the day, the quick moments. I no longer remember the field or the score,..I remember moments.

Those split seconds are what I call my " mom treasures ". Only God and I know about them. They are my secret memories that make my heart full.

They are why I am eternally greatful to own the title of " Mom ". Hardest best dang job on the planet!! Wouldn't trade it for the world!!!!

BBfan,...I can feel your proud momma heart strings!!
KCbaseball...I'm liken' your " smell the roses idea "! If we all knew then, what we know now!!! ha!
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I know those "mom moments". This past weekend my son was pitching. The batter hit a hard line drive straight back at him. If it had been me, it would have hit me square in the chest and probably killed me. He reacted with the speed of light and caught the ball for an out. I saw that momentary posture and look on his face that said, "bring it on - I am the man". He will remember that play long after he hangs up the cleats.
Cograts everyone! Don't we love our boys!

My son's first fall season as an upcoming varsity player just ended and the coach sent out an attachment to an e-mail listing the final stats...How proud we were to see his BA at .530 (just below the best bat on the team) and OBA of .670--highest on the team!

Short season, I know... but still pretty cool!
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Ladies, those "momma heart strings " of ours are bursting with pride!!! Such a sweeeeet feeling!

Quill girl,....if you haven't already, be sure to keep print out that email,..could make for a nice page in a baseball memory book!! Wink

BBFam,...nothing is too corny for the ladies forum!!
( then again I'm from Kansas,..so the corn thing is just part of everyday life! ha ha!!)
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The world gets quite. His facial expression is implanted in my memory. I see him glance for me in the stands,..only briefly. He knows I'm there, he knows I can feel his heart beating strong, he just knows.


Shortstopmom,

Beautiful. My 15 year old is not playing baseball right now; he is playing football. I found myself wishing for football to end and baseball to begin when we were only into week 2 of football. Anyway, at every football game, right before the opening kickoff, my son turns around and looks for me in the packed stands and gives me a head nod. Those are the moments I live for.
I put the smilie out there after I read the post about the 13 year old transitioning to the "big field" and that particuclar "rite of passage" and the memories that brought back fo rme.

I did put the link to the donate URL in my signature because I knew it would show up on all the old posts.

But, unlike the TV evangelist, I wasn' trying to hit you in the pocketbooks while you ladies were have your regular squall ins...... Big Grin

I enjoy ya'lls posts and perspectives........
BBFam - Sorry for the late response, but wanted to tell you that your post really brought back great memories for me. I absolutely remember the first time my son moved to regulation-sized fields. I will say that even now (son is a junior in college), I still get the brief 'look' that lets me know that he has acknowledged my presence. Still means a lot to me Smile
Welcome welcome ladies!!

I LOOVE it when we get new gals in here. New topics, ideas, thoughts, & questions.....from new places,..its always nice to make new friends. Wink

Now don't be shy,..fill us in on the latest scoop, drama, issue, or fun tid-bit! ( I have a feeling, its going to be a looong winter and I have open ears! )

Saturday mornin' donuts and coffee for all!!
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