Dear Gideon,
Youngest fruit of my loins, you may never hear this again, but you were right and I was wrong. Of course, you don’t know that I ever disagreed with you on the point of baseball, but I have to come clean.
When you said you wanted to try out for the team, I said:
Sure, baby. Whatever you want.
But inside, I was like:
I thought the coach would be a douchey frustrated former ballplayer.
I was wrong.
I thought the other moms would be cliquey mean girls.
I was wrong.
I thought I would hate trekking to the field and sitting outside to watch your games and practices. (OUTSIDE!? What is this concept?)
I was wrong.
Maybe I’m in a period of personal renewal where I am actively seeking new experiences, but THIS HAS BEEN GREAT!
I’m proud of you for trying something new to our family. (Basketball would have been the expected choice because of your dad’s history, but no. You have to be different.)
I’m still trying to figure out all the rules. (Sorry I got excited today when I thought you got that kid out at third. I didn’t know you had to tag on a steal. I’m learning too.)
Plus, I’m meeting new people, thanks to you. (See that woman in pink on the left? That’s Suzanne. She is fantastic.)
You know what also helps? Coolers are allowed at the park.
Hando and I enjoy the game. We were so proud when you scored.
Again, you were right. And so was Yogi Berra.
Love ya, kid. You’re the best.
Go Rockies!
Mama
*Thank you, Chicago.
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