As baseball season comes into full swing, it once again reminds me of this phrase my father often times repeated “families who play together – stay together”. My father didn’t just repeat this verbally, he most importantly demonstrated this by the way we lived, we were a playing kind of family.
Many sports we did and still do together but the sports and events we did individually were also supported by all family members, no questions asked, we were just all there to support one another.
This is one quality and tradition both my husband and I joyfully carried on when we became parents.
One of the first team sports my husband had our children involved in was (softball for Tori) and baseball for our son Riley. Needless to say, I spent hours and hours and hours at the baseball diamonds supporting my boys. Throughout those years I learned that baseball is much more than just a game.
I was taught that it takes great dedication, concentration and handwork to succeed in this game. You can’t just show up for game time, you have to show up for practice and then more practice and then more practice, that basically just showing up is not enough to succeed in this game. Now that’s a good lesson for any young kid.
I was taught that baseball is quite a strategic game, with many signs and signals to be memorized and then be ready at a seconds notice to respond to these, without hesitation. Talk about trust!
I learned that batting .300 means you’re at the top of your game. Yes, this actually means that most of the time you fail 70 percent at bat. Actually it’s never a failure when you keep on trying (or swinging) in this game. Another great lesson for every kid.
I learned that batters actually sacrifice to help advance a teammate. Now, I spent many of these hours as a score keeper and in the score book, it will show runs, hits, RBI’s and the number at bats, but it NEVER shows when the batter hits the perfect line drive down third base or the perfect bunt to purposely get thrown out so a teammate can advance to third or home base. These sacrifice plays go unnoticed on the score book, but not in life lessons. True sacrifices require no recognition.
I learned that in the seventh inning everyone takes a break (known as the seventh-inning stretch) where every fan and players alike stand and sing together “Take me out to the ballgame”, talk about learning to work hard so you can take time to play hard.
But I think the greatest lesson I learned from this game lies in the objective . . .
which is to score a run at home base.
And isn’t that what family and life is all about . . . to just make it home safely.
So as summer hits full swing, I plan on spending time surrounded by family at many baseball fields.
As always my friends, thanks for dropping by, now go grab your family and friends and find a local baseball game to enjoy together.
P.S. Just thought I would show how I wore my ‘grown-up’ linen baseball tee.
Above at the Cubs game with baseball cap, neon color shorts and again with Molly paired with longer army color shorts.
Change of necklace . . .
and either navy wide leg linen pants or my khaki capris.