I must admit that I LOVE BASEBALL SEASON! To me, baseball season
means so much more than a ball and a bat! Baseball season means SPRING, warmer
weather, community, exercise, nights at the ball-fields, hot dogs, hamburgers,
Gatorade, slushies, late night dinners, practice, muddy cleats, dirty WHITE
ball pants, catchers gear, time with friends, supportive fans, mama's hearts,
daddy's pride, the ring of a bat, the face of a child, and that all-american
feel of perfection! There is nothing greater than to gather the ball
bags, put on the uniforms, grab the cooler and the camera and head out for an
evening or full-day at the ball fields.
As I put my camera around my neck and angle myself to get the
"perfect shot,” I get to see the game in a frame that no one else sees.
I see the big eyed smiles that light up the face of the batter as he
hears the crack of the bat and sees the ball he hit soar out into the field. I
see his face change quickly to determination as he runs as fast as he can to
first base, striving to beat the ball to the bag. I see the nerves that
dance on a pitchers face as he winds up and releases the ball toward the
batter, hoping for the strike. I see the catcher squatting time after
time, framing the pitch, throwing off his helmet, chasing the loose ball,
searching for the runner, throwing to second or third base as he tries to
"catch" the runner, and racing to home plate to stop the run. I
see the in-field working together like a fine oiled machine as they execute the
play, resulting in the out at first, second, third, or home...and sometimes
even achieving the coveted DOUBLE PLAY. I see the face of the outfielder as he
runs forward, backward, side-to-side trying to gauge the fly ball in hopes that
he can catch it for the out. I hear the coaches as they encourage each
player with words of affirmation saying, "you can do it, keep your eye on
the ball, take a practice swing, have fun, no harm/no foul, great hit, great
catch, way to run!" I see the coache’s faces when an error is made,
when the out is made, and when the winning run slides into home. I see
expressions of joy, excitement, frustration. This side-line view draws me
in, makes me feel like part of the team, and reminds me how fortunate we are to
live in this small community. A community where our kids can play
baseball in a safe place, under coaches who truly care about our kids, where
our kids can learn about healthy competition, where all kids get the chance to
play, and where all kids are loved and encouraged while being corrected and
challenged.
I wonder, how many of us truly recognize the time GIVEN by each of
the coaches on the fields each week. Do we show our appreciation for the
time they invest in our kids? Teaching them not only how to play the game
of baseball, but also respect; to respect their teammates, their coaches, their
parents, their teachers. They teach our kids to believe in themselves, to
encourage their teammates, to encourage other teams (after all, the kids on the
other teams are our kids best friends), to embrace healthy competition while
guarding their actions and their tongues, to win with excitement and
humbleness, and to lose with their heads held high.
I wonder, do we as parents exemplify these same traits the coaches
are trying to teach our kids. Are we, as parents, showing our kids how to show
respect to their coaches by respecting their coaches ourselves? Are we
encouraging our team as well as the opposing team? Are we affirming our own
children with words of encouragement like "good job, you'll get'em next
time, keep your head up, way to go!" or, are we tearing them down with
words like, "what are you doing out there, I can't believe you struck out,
can you not catch a ball?" What is the message we are sending our kids?
After all, I believe the heart of every parent is for their child to be
confident in themselves, to be respectful to others, and to have character that
also deserves respect. As I contemplate these questions, I surmise that
WE must be the model of what we expect from our kids. In other words, as
parents, we need to "practice what we preach." It is our
responsibility to represent the morals and behaviors we want to see in our
kids, both on and off the field.
I want to thank the Clay County Recreation Department, every
VOLUNTEER coach, every umpire, every concession stand worker, every parent, and
every community member for supporting our youth baseball league. Thank
you for grass that is mowed, fields that are lined off and ready to play. Thank
you for your time, your heart, and your knowledge. Thank you for
concession stands filled with affordable foods when families find themselves at
the ball fields all day on Saturday or all night on a week night. Thank
you for your dedication to our youth and your desire to provide our kids with a
fun and safe environment to play ball and build character. Thank you for
"Baseball Season," for without you, there would be no season at all!