(This post was supposed to run last weekend, but I forgot. ;)
Our first ever T-ball season ended last weekend. Five weeks of weekly practices and Saturday morning games. Five weeks of cheering on my Middlest son, keeping his royal blue shirt clean, seeing his happy, freckled face under a baseball cap.
My middle son has always been on the athletic side. But he preferred less directed activities: bike riding, rollerskating, skateboarding, swimming. I knew he's want to play a team sport eventually, and this May he announced he wanted to play baseball. Not just at the park with friends. On a team.
All the local baseball leagues had been in session for a month, and he was a year too young for most of them. But I managed to find a T-ball session for ages 5 to 7 (he's 6 1/2).
This was our first organized team sport experience, and I have to say, it was a good one. Not perfect, of course, but good. T-ball is non-competitive, so that helped. And June was on the cool side for these parts.
So, for five weeks, we packed up our water bottles, granola bars, a bag of dinosaurs for Littlest, our picnic blanket, my knitting and my camera, and enjoyed some summer morning sunshine on the ball field.
Doesn't get much better than that. Next summer... baseball, here we come!