Thursday, June 4, 2015
I am a softball mom.
I am a what?
Yes, I am a softball mom.
Big was asked to play on a team this softball season.
She is very athletic (she gets that from her Dad) and very competitive. Naturally, she jumped at the opportunity.
In a few short weeks, I have almost learned the rules of the game.
I learned what a RBI is.
I learned what "choke up on the bat" means.
I know how to repair helmets, face masks, gloves.
I picked out the cutest socks for her to wear.
I cheer when it is appropriate but never too loud.
I brought snacks and mini water bottles for the team one night.
I picked out tons of Under Armor headbands for her to wear.
I know what batting order means and that Big bats 4th.
I have seen a mom spank her child on the field.
I have seen parents climb the fence in excitement.
I have watched parents lose control and cuss in front of 7 and 8 year olds.
I am slowly learning this game now that the season is almost over.
I always said my girls would NEVER play softball. I wanted them to be dancers and cheerleaders. I was wrong. I had to eat my words again.
I can tell you one thing I will NEVER eat my words about... softball mom t-shirts. Proudly displaying Big's number on my back with "BIG'S MOM" written proudly above it. Nope. Never. Not going to happen.
I love you something serious Big, but softball mom t-shirts is where I draw the line.
And don't even get me started on the car stickers.