Today was a good day to be a mom

Zach has a baseball game every Saturday. His team is young, and the players are small.They are now 2-3. They are also the most consistent hitters, but also the most consistent in errors. In any case, the day was beautiful.

I fell and killed my left knee, was stung by a bee and got sunburned on the left side of my left forearm. It was all worth it.

Zach had been moved from 1st at bat to the very last in the line-up, and he was not the catcher. He was again relegated to right field, "where no one hits the ball ever." Zach had broken his glasses, and the coach did not know if he would have them for the game. It is hard to be the catcher if you cannot see the ball.

In any case, Zach did not let it affect him. He went out there swinging, scored two and received his first game ball. He beamed. The players patted him on the back, yelled "Good game!" and high-fived him all the way to the car.

I just could not be prouder. I have gotten to where I love those games. I complain about washing uniforms, finding cleats, buying bats and searching for the perfect catchers mitt, but in the end, I don't think I would want it any other way. I always wanted someone to take that kind of interest in me as a child. So, I want Zach to know I am there, even if I complain, because I want him to succeed at whatever he wants to pursue.