I met my husband many years later, and since I loved sports so much, NOT it was only fitting that he was, and still is obsessed with baseball. I soon found out that the same man who could not remember to take out the trash or close down the toilet seat could recall a baseball play from years before.
As time went on I was dragged to a baseball game or sucked into watching it on TV. I really tried to get into it but it was really not my thing. When my son was born he was schooled early on baseball players names and stats but did not seem overly interested. As he grew so did his interest in baseball. We as a family spent many years sitting for two to three nights a week all spring and sometimes into summer watching my son play. Although I still did not a enjoy the game I loved rooting for him and watching him enjoy himself. I also loved the social aspects of the games, the feeling of comradery with other parents cheering on the team. In looking back those years were some of the most enjoyable, sitting out on a beautiful spring evening watching my husband help coach and my son run with full force trying to steal home plate.
My son is now an adult and has his own son. My grandson will be playing baseball for the first time in a few weeks. My son has volunteered to be the coach. So even though I still do not love baseball or sports in general I will be sitting in the front row cheering on my grandson and welling up with pride at what a great dad my son has become.
What I have learned is that spending time with my family and watching them do things that they love makes the experience so much better. I still do not like baseball but I love that my husband, son and now grandson have bonded over something that they all love and enjoy.
|Goofy side of my son and grandson|