Baseball

I have never liked baseball. Elliott loves it. We deal with the challenges we are dealt in life, and this one could be worse. (I am hoping for a conversion to basketball soon).

He is playing on a 3 and 4 year old team. Here are some observations from the season thus far:

* I am still unsettled by barky coaches. Elliott's coach is a nice man with a rough manner. It causes both Elliott and I to be a little unsettled at times.

* I am competitive and a hands-on parent, and if not careful, could be quite annoying as a sports mom. We're working on it. Deep breaths. It is my nature to want to cheer on (run beside, direct to the base, coach to the next base, hoist to my shoulders as they cross home plate) each player. And even though I know nothing about baseball, I'm quite the expert on WHAT WOULD REALLY WORK IF THEY WOULD JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!! Yeah, I might need to dial it down right about ... yesterday.

* Baseball laundry is not for me. White pants? To play in dirt and grass? And I'm supposed to keep them clean? This is not going to go well. The pants, which have been worn once and washed once, already have a permanent knee stain.

* I will never put a 3 year old in time out for not wanting to play.

* I might wind up liking baseball after all.