March is in full swing and this means one thing for my family. Baseball season has started! I’m excited for my two sons, Diego and Cyan, because they are on new teams this year. They are older, taller, quicker, and smarter. They look forward to being out on the field every February, which I completely understand since I played softball for eight years. Some of my best memories were playing sports and being on a team.
Now that I’m a mother, it’s a little different. I’m preparing to lose a big portion of my life for nearly half of the year. What exactly does baseball season as a mother mean? Let me break it down.
- Practice two times a week (nevermind that both of my son’s practice days fall on the same day and at the same time, in two separate locations)
- One can never get used to the sight of a grimy jockstrap casually tossed into the dirty laundry pile.
- Saturday games start at 8:30 am. Did you hear that–8:30 am! And they have to be on the field to warm up at least 45 minutes before. I foresee attending many baseball games in my yoga pants, rocking a bun and no makeup.
- Matching baseball socks are like gold around here. Hence, the intense, to-the-death squabbles over them.
- Once the season is underway, we’ll average four game days a week. Some times game days will overlap and I’ll migrate from one field to the next, cheering on each of my boys.
- The field has two port-o-potties. I pee before I leave home and then I hold it until I get home unless I am desperate and just about ready to wet my pants because I despise port-o-potties.
- There is no shade on the bleachers so I invest in a big bottle of sunscreen.
- My body enjoys protein, fiber and vitamin E in the form of giant bags of sunflower seeds that I will ingest greedily at each and every game.
- The protein, fiber and Vitamin E will be offset by the amount of red candy I will munch on from the snack bar. Hot Tamales and Red Vines–mmmmmm.
- I will spend a small fortune on team snack bags and providing my other kids with snacks and dinners on the road, while we at the baseball field for the next three months.
- Let’s not discuss batting cages, pizza parties and the play-off season.
Yes, it all sounds like self-inflicted torture. And yes, it sounds like I could bypass it all by just not signing them up but…what fun would that be? I’d much rather have all of us out in the sunshine in the grassy field, either playing or cheering them on, rather than being holed up at home.
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