My little boy turned eight yesterday. He’s been playing baseball since he was four.
I like to make a joke that he wore a diaper to his first game, and rode there in a rear-facing carseat.
Needless to say, I’ve been to a lot of baseball games. Literally hundreds.
And while our core group of kids and their families are incredible (I’m not saying that just in case they read this, really) I’ve seen a lot of different types of moms out at the baseball field.
On any given day I can find myself in almost every one of these definitions. Here are the X kinds of baseball moms. What would you add?
I Should Coach The Team Mom.
Coaching from the stands is really hard not to do. I mean, really hard. We all yell because we just can’t help ourselves, but some moms can overdo it. This mom stands at the fence behind their first baseman giving instructions he doesn’t need. She never lets the coach just coach, she always has to put in her two-cents.
I Have Extras Mom.
She has backups in her car just in case anyone happens to forget something. She’s got an extra belt, an extra pair of blue pants, even an extra pair of size 4 cleats if you need it. Thank goodness for her, because there’s always someone in need.
I Have Nothing Mom.
For every Extra Mom there’s this mom. She’s got nothing but a cell phone and a debit card and oops, she forgot a water bottle. It’s all good, she just makes several trips to the concession stand and borrows what she doesn’t have from the Extra Mom.
She doesn’t have to live off of sunflower seeds and jumbo pretzels because she is prepared. Apples, grapes and other fruits fill a cooler alongside turkey sandwiches and pre-cut vegetables. You tell yourself every game that next time you too will have healthy snacks to hand out but you never do.
What’s The Score Mom.
She never has a clue what the score is and asks everyone approximately every four minutes.
My Son Should Be Shortstop Mom.
There’s always someone who thinks their kid should be the shortstop but they just aren’t getting a fair chance. And perhaps they are right. But I do know complaining about it to your friends isn’t going to get you anywhere.
Super Organized Mom.
The back of her van is spotless and perfectly organized with all three of her players bat bags and water jugs. Her sports wagon is clean without scattered dirt and sunflower seed shells coating the bottom. She’s on time. Pretty. Wearing a custom t-shirt and matching baseball earrings. You hate her… but you really want to be her.
Which one do you think you are? I can be any of them, depending on the day, except I know for sure that I am never super organized mom. I sure wish I was though!
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.