What is better than watching a boat load of 4 year olds playing T-ball? That first game cant be beat. Its adorable to watch your kid jump in on a 5 kid pile-up and the look on the face of the poor kid who actually got to the ball first as he's being tackled to the ground. The boy who just keeps running. To where? Who knows. But he was told to run, bless his heart, and gosh darn it hes not stopping. That first game is great. Then it continues; second game, still pretty good. Third game? Darn it. These kids are actually learning how to play. Fourth game? At least there are only 2 innings to this sport. Fifth game? Really? Another one? Didnt you just have a game? I really do love watching my son play, but I cant help but fear what the future holds for this soccer-or tball rather-mom. 12 year olds arent as fun to watch as 4 year olds. I dont want to see talent, I want to see cuteness. And I really dont want to sit through hours of games. But I will. Cause thats my job. I will be in that cheering section every week with my super fun 'baseball mom' shirt throwing all of my support behind my kid and I promise I will watch almost the whole thing.
The disheartening part is the fact that I have 2 more older children who have recently decided they would like to play sports too. Brooklyn is really liking the idea of tball herself, and toris got her sights set on basketball. Throw into the mix piano lessons, guitar lessons, the possibilty of dance class, and two more kids on the way (because its only a matter of years before the sports cycle starts again) and this moms social life is officially over. But I suppose such is the price we pay for the happiness of our children.
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