Spring Baseball in Maine

I hate to be cold. Since I got my medical condition to be cold is a recipe for aches and pains for days. My muscles, always weak and failing, in the cold rebel.

So spring baseball or my son's team can be hard to watch. But watch it we do. As parents we want to and I certainly do. Over the last year I have missed a basketball game or two, a soccer game and more baseball games than I ever had. When I am too sore to move, there is any chance of rain or cold I have been known to miss a game.

However as any parent of a school athlete knows, the one way to guarantee your child will do something special is to miss a game, or even when attending the game to just turn your head or look the other way. It has happened to all of us.

Friday we went to my sons game. It was so cold. After three innings, we had to leave. Still as cold as it is , the camaraderie shared by the parents at these events is wonderful.

Saturday I wore a turtleneck, a sweatshirt, a hooded sweatshirt and my coat. A hat and of course a blanket to sit on and a big blanket to cover with. Then of course I also had sweatpants on underneath my jeans.

Most of us parents have been going to games together for years and years and it is a wonderful group. Most know of my illness as it has developed in the last couple of years and so support is there though I feel silly sometimes so geared up. What is important though is I am there. As parents we want to be there for our children.

I love baseball. I love all that my children do. Baseball in Maine is a challenge. I would not miss it for the world.