When we got there I sat in the stands and watched boys from multiple states & Canada compete and play hard. Each and everyone of them was there for a purpose.
What I also witnessed was a refreshing spirit amoungst these boys. There was an instant comradery with these players.
Didnt matter where they came from. Didnt matter that some were strangers.
They were baseball players, and as simple as that sounds, that was enough.
They were broken up into teams and played as though they had known each other for years. They knew the drill and knew what needed to be done. They cheered each other on and patted each other on the back. Strangers one minute, a team the next.
I wondered what other avenue other than baseball would support such admirable behavior?
As a sat atop the bleachers I started looking around at the parents. They were a polite, quiet, neutral group....quite refreshing I must say.
I began to make a concious effort to notice all of the other moms.
While physically we are all very different, ( blue eyes, green eyes, red hair, or pink ) at that moment we all looked the same.
I thought to myself,..I know what you are thinking,..I know what you are hoping,... and I'm proud to say, " I get it. "
It is a comforting feeling to be amongst these type of gals.
It was hard not to root for every single boy up to bat.
It was hard not to hope hard that every single boy made his play.
We are all moms,..and we all know what its like. Most of us have been down this baseball road more than once.
I thought to myself,...some of us will get to continue on this baseball journey, while others of us will have it come to an end.
No matter what, I am grateful for the time I have gotten to spend as a baseball mom. I am grateful to have known so many others. And while sometimes things can get pretty wild and wooley at the field, when its good,...its REALLY REALLY good.
I thank those moms that sat and thought good thoughts for my son not knowing him personally. I thank those moms who instantly pulled out an extra blanket to share as the wind started to howl.
It was a nice competitive weekend,...
and a weekend that made me feel honored to be amongst such good sportsmanship and great baseball people.
