Sometimes good things must come to an end. T-Ball season is over. At least we ended the season on the top-side of the rankings.
No more trips to the baseball park three times a week.
No more soil-streaked clothing.
No more trying to keep 11 kids cool in the sweltering heat.
Sadly, no more pep talks.
No more, 'Can you tie my shoes?'
No more, 'Can you fix my hair (girls)?
No more proud smiles as they round the bases.
No more team chants
What was meant to be just an activity for my son to be with other kids, learn to follow rules, and just to have some fun away from the house turned out to be a special time for me.
What started out to just helping out at practice, with snacks and game day drinks, taking lead during practice one day when none of regular coaches were there led to Third Base (alternate) coach, Primary Scorekeeper (when not 3rd base coach).
All I planned to do was to just assist whenever needed since I was there already. I did not feel comfortable dropping my son off at practice with people I barely knew.
For one hour, three days a week, I was a mommy of 11. It was nice being around the kids, especially when they are not coming home with you. A little socializing with the others parents was healthy. Haven't done much since I paused playing Women's Soccer last year. They are still going strong, I may start back soon.
At the end of season banquet, I was surprisingly honored as a team coach. The comments the regular 3rd base coach made was so heartfelt, it made me teary. The kids and other parents cheered on as I retrieved the trophy (pictured).
I had not realized how much I missed those kids until I watched a video a parent made from the photos he took through the season. It is amazing the impact children can have on you in just three months.
Well, next year is C-Ball. Different ball park, though...
15 hours ago