Until Next Season⚾

Tonight I washed my boy’s baseball uniform for the last time this season.

No more clay stained pants. No more sweaty jersey. No more stinky baseball socks. No more shoe trails of clay through the house for my boy. No more searching for his cup. No more finding his hat.

Because baseball for this season is over.

I cried as I slowly put that uniform in the washer.

I stood there and reminsced to the very first practice of this year.

I knew my boy was good for his age. It runs in his blood. But as he played his last game of the season last night I seen that he wasn’t just good, but he was born to play baseball.

In just this season he amazed me.

During the whole season, there was my boy geared up and squatted behind home plate. A position he had only played once in the season prior. Being his momma I was a bit nervous with the fact of a ball being pitched directly to my boy’s face, but there he was killing that position.

And when it came for his turn to bat, you could always look for that ball to go somewhere. He rarely struck out. And this momma couldn’t contain her excitement in the stand each time he hit this season especially the six “in the park homeruns!”

I stood there at the washer and thought about all the hot days on the field and at home practicing for hours just to get better.

This season I watched my boy drenched in sweat, cry, get angry, and hurt.

But the smiles out weighted it all. The happiness I seen all over him each time he hit that ball. The excitement that filled his tiny body when he hit a HOMERUN, but nothing compared to the moments when he got the runners out at home. Those were his proudest moments.

I live all year for this season. The season where I see him doing what he’s good at and what he loves.

As last night ended our season, I watched my boy cry with a broken heart because he knew, that last night was it until next year.

Tonight I cry because this is the last time I wash this dirty baseball uniform for him.

Until next season⚾