"Ice cream cone!" My son shouted, as the baseball I caught barely made it into my glove. I shrieked as another ball came barreling towards me. I dashed after another, huffing and puffing, and stretched my arm out to grab at it.
This baseball season has been odd for me. My 10-year-old is on another new team, and I am the one left who can practice with him. Grandpa has too much on his plate and dad's work schedule has not been ideal. That leaves me trying to improve my son's game, and not ruin it, with my limited knowledge of the sport.
This is how I ended up practicing with my son on a sunshiny day…wearing jeans. I did not think this one through, as I was sweating like a hog. However, once I had my rhythm, I was really enjoying myself. I had forgotten how much fun baseball is.
Even though the season is almost over, and football will be next on our list, we can still throw the ball around and retain the arm for next year. My expertise is not really needed, as the very nice lady who was watching us said, “You two did very well. Good job mom.”
So, even though you may not know a thing about a sport, don’t let that keep you from attempting it. I figure I may have a season or two left where I can still practice with my child, then it is sayonara mama. And that sweaty, dirty grin I received from my son? Definitely worth the pain I will be feeling the next day on my sore, sore arm.
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