Baseball mom

A few Saturdays ago, we had baseball tryouts, my son whom is very passionate about baseball, did not want to go, after minutes of negotiaion and bribary off we went…upon arriving it was “dad city” on the baseball field, it appeared there were more dads than kids on the field. As I stood encouraging my son on the field to do his best, my other two children disappeared, as I frantically looked for them, they of course were sitting in front of me the entire time, I analyzed the situation asking myself about the many hats I wear in a course of the day, at that moment I had my “dad” hat on, but ultimately in the end I am a “mom” and that is what I can expect of myself!


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  1. April Queen 08/15/2011 at 10:44 am

    I know exactly what you mean! My kids’ dad is not in their life and hasn’t been for over 3 years and I have to be both parents all the time. They are 17, 15, and 12 now. I live on the same street with my parents, my sister, and my brother. The kids have my dad, my brother, my sister’s husband, and my grandfather and an older unlce, but as much as they are there for them and try to be the male in certain situations, I feel so bad for them that they don’t have their dad. It would be sad enough if he was missing because he passed away, but for these kids to go through life knowing their dad chooses not to be around absolutely breaks my heart! Your son will have so much respect for you when he is older and realizes what you did to play both roles. That is what I tell myself when it gets really hard to be 2 parents at once. We will also reap the benefits double!