Living My Best Life…

I have always prayed that God would let me be a ball momma. It was the life I always wanted since I first became pregnant. And God gave me exactly what I wanted.

I didn’t know the life I wanted would be so exhausting, but its the life I prayed for and it’s the life I got. Sometimes you have to be specific in your prayers when talking to God because he will test you.

When it’s ball season I’m tired as all get out at night when I go to bed, but I’m living my best life and I’m managing it.

Its a hassle sometimes. Most days I need two of me!

Sometimes I forget to wash their uniforms the night before, but when my feet hit the floor the next morning I’m headed to the washer. Sometimes I don’t cook supper which means we ain’t going to be eating healthy tonight, but I have an excuse..its ball season. I have to plan everything around practices or games, but I’m fine with that. My floors in my house and car has clay on them, so don’t judge me. If their ball bags are took out the car I’m searching high and low for some kind of glove or a cleat. Lets not forget sunflower seeds because honey they are everywhere and when you pick some up its like they reproduce again. And I won’t even talk about my son’s cup🤦‍♀️

Most days during the week they practice at the same time. So I am walking from one field to the other. Trying to catch each kid at bat and each kid on field. And if it’s anything like last year some games will be played on the same day at the same time which means I will be switching during each inning or if they play at different locations I will miss someone’s game. Tiring I know!

The thing about it is, when I’m at that field it’s my peace. It’s my happy place. It’s the place where my kids go to have fun, but most importantly relieve stress that life has brought them through losing their daddy. It’s the place where they feel they are in control over something like their position for example. It’s the place where they can take their anger out with a bat or run their frustration off rounding bases. It’s their therapy as well as mine. It’s the one place besides church that I can focus on what’s going on instead of everything else that clutters my mind. Everything in my life is on hold when I pull up to that field.

Most people who reads this will be like people I talk to and go, “WOW you got a lot on your plate. I feel so sorry for you.” Let me stop you there! DON’T feel sorry for me during ball season. You want to feel sorry for me, feel sorry for me in all the other aspects of my life, but not my ball momma life. This is the life I prayed for. I prayed for this position in my life. Everything else that has happened and that is going on, I didn’t pray for that. I was just dealt that hand. But being a ball momma, is a prayer answered. As long as my babies want to do it I don’t care how hectic my life gets ball life won’t be an option, its MANDATORY! It’s who we are.

Ball season is me simply living my best life!

And as the season rolls in, the ball park is where I will be spending most of my days watching my two Bass babies and either a white ball or a yellow one⚾️