Every year our son plays Little League baseball. He is a good player – pitching as well as playing any infield or outfield position he is asked. Every year there is usually one practice and two games a week, and the baseball schedule wreaks havoc on the family schedule. So every year, about the end of April I begin to think “mmm, maybe next year we can take a break.”
This year, however, was a little different. Not only did he pitch, but he was the best pitcher on the team. He was able to try catching – and loved it. His team-mates called him “Pigpen” because of his tendency to get down and dirty when he was catching and come up surrounded by a cloud of dust and dirt. His team ranked third in the league by the time play-offs came around, so he enjoyed a winning season.
The best part about this season for our big guy, though, was that his DAD was a coach for his team.
T is ten years old and our only son. We have six daughters ranging in age from 7 to 30, but T stands alone with his dad to balance the estrogen vs. testosterone harmony in our family. Having his dad coach his Little League team was the epitome of wonderfulness for our little man. He adores his dad and follows him around like a puppy dog when he is home.
Now that playoffs are played and the season is officially over (finally) life is beginning to take on a much more mellow and placid routine – well, not really, but almost.
T’s favorite summer pass-time? Throwing balls at the pitch-back, or even better, playing catch with his dad. As he said a few weeks ago – “baseball is my LIFE !”
What could be better for a kid than doing his favorite thing with his favorite person.
Guess we won’t be taking a break from baseball any time soon.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all you dads out there