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It’s that time of year again. One little boy in our house is particularly excited, because something he dearly loves is about to start again.
Baseball.
You’ll forgive the rest of us for not being quite so excited. Practices. Games. White baseball pants (really, who didn’t think that one through?). Little boys running wild everywhere, sometimes paying attention to the game and sometimes just doing their own thing.
But we’ll look beyond those things. It’s not about us, not really. This is something for Connor. It’s one of the few things that he has asked to do, one of the few things that is simply for him.
This year he is a Knight. That in and of itself has him excited. One of his favorite toys is a Lego castle play set. So much more impressive than last year’s Blue Jays, though for those of us who know baseball, I can’t think of any major league teams with a Knight as their mascot.
But Connor is too young to care about major league teams, thank goodness. At some point he will get his new team colors and uniforms. He will be particularly excited to have a new hat. Surely at some point that will come.
We love that his league is so close to our house. But the league seems a little disorganized to us. Part of that sure comes from the fact that Uncle Brian and Cousin Austin play in the most competitive league in our area, and they’ve had practice and game schedules up for weeks. They even had tryouts, which are long since over. So perhaps our frame of reference is a bit off. Or perhaps, if Connor continues down this path, we’re going to have to look at other, more organized and competitive leagues as he gets older.
Besides, we may have two little boys interested in baseball. During last week’s warm weather, we spent a lot of time out in the backyard. One afternoon we got Connor’s baseball gear out for a little practice. Xander was quite interested in all of it. Throwing the baseball. Catching the baseball with the glove (albeit one that fit the wrong hand for our lefty). Hitting the ball off of the tee. He seemed to love it.
Sigh.
After living most of my childhood at the baseball field, perhaps I was hopeful the kids might pick up a different sport. I know Daddy, as a former soccer player, was hoping they might take that route. But it’s still early yet. We’ll let them go their own way, and make sure they have opportunities to see and try different things.
It is about them, after all. We’re just along for the ride.