We had our first baseball game of the season last night. Let me just say that I LOVE this time of year.Even though it is considerably more hectic for me. Nights like last night make it all worth it. Let me set the scene for you. Warm spring night in North Carolina, 10 little boys and 2 little girls gather in orange shirts, grey pants, black socks and black belts (actual uniforms are ordered just not in yet) They are warming up while the little kids finish their tee ball game. These kids are throwing the ball back and forth and look to be having fun.
It is time to head to the dug out, line ups are shared, and the batting order is set. our first batter comes up and makes a good clean hit, and gets a double. Then Thing 1 comes up to bat. He steps into the batters box after listening to the coach remind him don't swing at the first pitch unless its right where it should be. What does he do....yup swings at the very first pitch. He settles back in and then his pitch comes in. He knocks the fire out of the ball, and get a double, and his first RBI of the night. Thing 2 comes up for his first at bat, and settles into the box. He makes three good swings, but misses the ball. He did it with a smile though. Thing 1 then has 2 more at bats, he gets a double, and a triple. The triple leads to another RBI. Thing 2 gets another at bat. He was making some great swings, it just wasn't his night to get a hit. His night of going 3 for 3 will come. He did however hustle like no bodies business. He did amazing as far as that goes. He is still learning, this after all is his first year on a non-tee ball team and its a lot different.
We played a great game, and the kids all looked to be having fun. I will say, and have said already today, nights like that make you realize some pretty important people are gone. I can't help but think how much my Daddy would have loved to watch my boys playing ball, especially on the field I watched him play on so much as a kid. Mama had one of those moments kind of slap her right in the face last night, but with my Uncle Gerald. When the boys started playing so good she would have text him and told him all about it.
We have another game tonight, and I can't wait. Times like this are what life is all about. Kids being kids, having fun, learning important life lessons, and having parents cheering them on.
