I am THAT mom

Where did May go? Seriously – I’m looking for it, and it’s gone. Which means summer is here. And I’d be lying to you if I didn’t say, for me – that’s bittersweet. I love the fact that soon, I won’t have to worry about what to pack for lunch at 7 a.m. in the morning! And I love my kids. I look forward to more unstructured, loosey goosey afternoons when we can fly by the seat of our pants.

But since I’ll still be working part time from home…juggling the kids and their active schedules as well as my writing schedule will be tough. It takes a village. Thank goodness I have a handful of mommy friends and we’ve agreed to help each other. (This is when I start humming, “I get by with a little help from my friends!”)

So – what I can remember of the last couple of whirl-wind of activity weeks basically centers around baseball. This was Jackson’s first year to take baseball and we joined a more competitive league with good friends and a great coach.

Jackson and I are both highly competitive people and didn’t do well with the “everyone’s a winner, let’s not keep score” approach to soccer games we’ve been involved with before. So we were excited about this season.

Our Yankee team (11 boys and one fantastically talented girl) was great. They practiced hard and learned a lot. It was one of the best experiences we’ve had. (Did I mention that they won the division championship game?!)

I could write volumes about Jackson’s experiences and the ups and downs of learning the sport and working together as a team. But what I want to share with you is this.

I am THAT mom.

I’m normally a pretty friendly, nurturing person so I was just as surprised as the ump that nearly threw me out of one game that this other person emerged. When I stepped on to the bleachers each game….I became a raving lunatic. I dunno. Maybe it was the cheap concession stand hot dogs or the smell of freshly raked dirt. Maybe it was the hot, Houston sun. But I was in it to win it and, by golly, I let my voice be heard.

So much so, that my husband decided quickly into the season that sitting next to me was not where he wanted to be. I really don’t know what came over me. Suddenly, without any prior knowledge to the sport AT ALL, I was an expert. I made calls on plays and if the ump didn’t agree – well, it wasn’t pretty.

I learned a lot though. I learned what a double play is (DP, as it turns out – does not stand for Dr. Pepper in baseball). I learned what a forced out is. I learned what an RBI is. And I learned that once an ump (or “blue” as they call them) knows your MO – he no longer listens to you. Even if you are standing right next to him. And are talking to him. Loudly.

What I didn’t learn quick enough is that before you lead the stands in an enthusiastic chant about how many outs the other team has – you should look over at the moms on the other team and see if you know any of them. Because if you do, speaking theoretically of course, then it makes it very hard to look them in the eye after the game is over….I suppose.

And when your younger daughter who is dragged to game after game asks you for money to purchase her 18th slushee and/or ginormous pixie stick, you shouldn’t just throw ones at her and tell her “whatever you want, honey…just hurry along…mommy is trying to win this game.” Mainly because pixie sticks and slushees are hard to clean off the interior of a mini-van when your child throws it all up on the car ride home. So I’m told.

But when there is a stand full of other mommies who are just like you. It’s kind of fun. There’s nothing like your kid hitting a triple and having others high-five you while you scream at the top of your lungs, “that’s MY baby!!”

Yes. We’re definitely going back for more next year. As I said to another baseball mom, I was made for these bleachers.

And I think Jackson had fun, too.
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  1. 1
    Karen says:

    That is hilarious! And let me just say that I am so glad that I have not seen THAT side of you.

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    beke rios says:

    YAY! I am soooooooooo glad it was such a great experience for all- save a few Blue….hahaha!
    Too bad jackson is a different age group from any of my boys, the two of us would definitely be a force to be reconed with.

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    Michelle Y says:

    God's honest truth: My middle child (almost 19 years old now) still does not know that I missed his only home run because I had is little sister in the bathroom. Yes, I'm THAT mom, the one who believes a little deception is a good thing! Glad you enjoyed baseball. Can football be far behind?

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    kim says:

    Welcome to the club…it is alot of fun!!! I am happy to know that someone has my back when "Blue" needs a good talking to…rest assured I will have yours too!!!

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    Denise Collins Kachich says:

    One weekend when we have found ourselves with nothing to do but want to do something different and exciting I will load up my family and tell them we are going to a ball game! My friend Jennifer and her son play ball and I'm sure we will have a lot of fun watching! šŸ™‚ Denise

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