Monday, March 24, 2008

Take me out.....

Its that time of year again.. baseball is upon us. I love this time of year. First off, its the one sport I understand AND enjoy. I rest certain in the fact that it due to my dads love for the sport and then the gradual transition into boyfriends and eventually my husband loving the sport. It was always easy for me to sit and converse about it with various members of the Y chromosome. I remember as a young girl hearing my dad explain to me "foul balls, RBIs, bunting and stealing bases". I grew up knowing what the phrase Dodger Blue meant and hearing the game on radios when we were away from a TV. Yes, baseball reminds me of my youth so it holds a dear spot forever in my heart.
However, as I grow older and I have my own boys, I realize that while baseball holds a spot in my past.. it is very much a part of my present now. Both my boys are playing again this year. I am always slightly amazed at how well they can play sports, (this naturally comes from their father.) He, as well, can play any sport with ease and perfection. Both boys seem to be on that track. But even if they were the worst kids out there on the field, I would live to sit out there and watch my children play. I can sit in the warmth of the sun on the bleachers and watch as the balls get hit-- or missed-- and feel the undeniable joy that comes with feeling one's youth whilst watching the next generation. And how can you not get a smile on your face when you are first hand witness to the look of bliss on a child's face when they hit a ball or make it to a base? How can I help but appreciate and absorb the feeling of success and excitement that comes with rounding third and crossing home plate? Even pick up games, with kids laughing in the fields and hitting balls with their friends. Its a wonder to watch. its a wonder to feel.
I guess that's why this time of year is so great to me.. watching little league or major leagues -- its all the same.. it all is my proverbial fountain of youth. And I bask in it happily.
Take me out to a ball game...

4 comments:

Jennifer @ Fruit of My Hands said...

It's always fun to watch little kids play any sport. J is doing football right now, and baseball starts next month. SO much fun!

I heard your honey is home? I hope you guys had a nice Easter.

Anonymous said...

Brandon hasn't done Baseball in two years now and I must admit that I miss going out to the ballpark and cheering him on as if he were the worlds greatest player. What a great time that was. Even Rachel played the last year with him and they both made me proud and happy to be there with them. She was as good if not a little better even...You go girl!
And...Ah...the smell of fresh cut grass from the outfield and the clink of the ball hitting the bat as the kids race around trying to figure out where they are suppose to be and what they are suppose to do next! Good memories for me too!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me today...you make me smile!

Anonymous said...

Brandon hasn't done Baseball in two years now and I must admit that I miss going out to the ballpark and cheering him on as if he were the worlds greatest player. What a great time that was. Even Rachel played the last year with him and they both made me proud and happy to be there with them. She was as good if not a little better even...You go girl!
And...Ah...the smell of fresh cut grass from the outfield and the clink of the ball hitting the bat as the kids race around trying to figure out where they are suppose to be and what they are suppose to do next! Good memories for me too!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me today...you make me smile!

Anonymous said...

Brandon hasn't done Baseball in two years now and I must admit that I miss going out to the ballpark and cheering him on as if he were the worlds greatest player. What a great time that was. Even Rachel played the last year with him and they both made me proud and happy to be there with them. She was as good if not a little better even...You go girl!
And...Ah...the smell of fresh cut grass from the outfield and the clink of the ball hitting the bat as the kids race around trying to figure out where they are suppose to be and what they are suppose to do next! Good memories for me too!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me today...you make me smile!