Our Crazy Baseball Life

I am not one of those parents who completely live for my kids.  I am definitely a believer in having my own life aside from my kids’ life and schedules.  But let me tell you…it’s really hard to find the balance.  Since they are completely reliant on my husband and I for everything, it is kind of imperative that we be where they are.  Like baseball for example.

Both of my kids play baseball.  They really love it and so do we.  They are learning to be part of a team, learning discipline, and how to manage their time.  The only problem is, that between 2 practices and anywhere from 2-3 games in a week, we practically live at the baseball park.

There are times when both kids are on the same team and our time at the park is decreased a bit.  But due to the slight age difference between them (19 months), there is usually a season or two where they are separated.  This past season was that case.

Our Saturdays would be taken up by two games that were generally back to back, having us field side for about 4 hours in the middle of the day.  Then there were the days when they would play at the same exact time.  Although those days were “heaven sent,” because we’d be gone in 2 hours, one of us would have to miss a kids’ game.

All complaining aside, we LOVE it!  We love the throwing, the missed hits, the yelling parents, all of it.  And we have made some really good friends as well.  We have been playing at the same park since “Little Ricky” was almost 5 years old and playing Tball.  So many of these kids have grown up in front of our eyes.  And although we may not see them in our “real world” outside of baseball, we are at the park enough in a week to be with them all the time.

I love that my kids have this outlet to get rid of any pent up energy.  I love that they love it just as much as we do.  I love that we have our baseball family.

Although I do wish for rain every now and then….