Spring is here!

Spring is here which means baseball has begun! This is Dylan's first year playing coach pitch (not t-ball), and boy is it tough. I don't know who it s harder on, Dylan or myself. I have come to realize that I am not the parent that can just sit by at and watch. I have to help. It is really becoming a problem. A BIG problem. I can't stop myself from yelling out tips and reminders to these kids. I can tell that the coaches are annoyed. Am I really becoming "THAT" parent? UGH! I'm not negative in anyway, let me be clear of that, I am just overstepping my bounds. I just want to help in every way possible. I have been playing softball for as long as I can remember. It is my sport, my best sport, the one that I have spent the most time playing and practicing throughout my life. I love it and I honestly feel that I know everything there is to know about it, (at least the technical stuff for young kids). So, when there are parents just making up drills and trying to pass time, I want to run out there and show them how its done right. Is that so bad? Yes I know, i should have just signed up to be a coach, but i didn't and now I am stuck! (Which means I have to coach next year, or at least be an assistant. Cameron has already let me know that this has to happen.)

In the time being, I have to swallow my pride and let it all go. Our team is not going to be good, and my son is not going to be the best, or even close to it. It kills me! I know Dylan is young, but they all are, and he just doesn't seem to have the coordination yet. It is so hard to watch everyone else pass him up on skills while he struggles with the "easy" stuff. He might get it, or he might not, but I was surprised by how it took such a blow to my pride though. It makes me laugh thinking about it because I never thought that I would feel that way, but seriously, the first game when Dylan didn't touch the ball on the field or at bat, I was in a serious funk. (He didn't know that, but Cameron did...he just laughed at me, as I did myself later on.) I just want him to love it like I did, and you know what...he does. He is all smiles after the games. So I need to just LET IT GO! Let it go. "Goosfrabba".

Here he is in his uniform, the Yankees. Could I be any prouder of this kid? Athlete or not, he is the sweetest kid on the planet. I love him to pieces!

Dylan didn't get any hits his first game (he was only up to bat once, and three pitches he was out). Here he is in his second game. He struck out the first time and then got a hit to third base on his last at bat. Check out his stride, and that enormous smile on his face! Who cares if he is the next Babe Ruth, he is having a ball and this picture just makes me grin from ear to ear. I am so proud of this kid!