Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Baseball field is no place for mother's intuition

A chilly rain was trickling down, and I was standing in the grass, watching as my son grabbed a bat and walked confidently to home plate. He'd been doing so well on his baseball league - I really had no reason to worry.

But suddenly, I was worried. Call it mother's intuition, call it a psychic flash. I saw in my mind's eye a baseball crashing into my little boy's face. It was so startling, I actually strode forward to the fence.

I was only a few seconds early.

I got there just in time to see it really happen. The pitcher threw wild. The baseball hit my son's batting helmet then bounced off his shoulder. Luckily, the helmet has a protective cage that descends down over the eyes and the face - and that's where the ball struck.

"No!" I shouted before I could help myself.

The coach ran over and patted his shoulder; my boy just shook it off and jogged to first base. He looked over and gave me a thumbs-up. I gave him a weak smile in return.

The baseball field is no place for mother's intuition. I was rattled for the rest of the game.


  1. Glad your son wasn't too rattled!! Any kids' sports get my nerves on edge. My son is now playing flag football and I cringe every time the kids go for the ball. And that's not even tackle!! Motherhood is not for the faint of heart, right?

  2. I completely agree! I hope your son stays healthy - flag football is supposed to be pretty mild, right??? (crossing fingers!!!)

    I guess every sport has risks, but I will say I've noticed a big increase in his self-esteem, so I just take deeeeep breath every time he jogs out on the field!!!!