I’m done with softball. Which isn’t that big of a deal for me, because I was always on the sidelines, hanging with the moms who would rather be in the shade than the stands. I am relieved, and happy for the ending, which was remarkable. Alex has moved onto her 10u team, with practices 4 days a week. Steve is still supporting her (right now, helping her condition a new catcher’s glove), just has he has since she was seven.
I overheard her tell someone that her dad was her best friend, and that he has been catching for her forever. That’s true. It’s just what they do. I asked him how many hours….he had no idea. Hundreds for sure. He did tell me that this year, especially, he knew that every moment out there was something to be treasured.
But Steve had has had his own support…Mike and Dave. We refer to them as his boyfriends, and no one even blinks. They started coaching together when the girls were ten, and just stayed together. They have stood (no sitting) with Steve for every game, the entire hot, dusty, challenging, thrilling, frustrating, delightful and proud journey.
Next stop, the golf course…for them, and the wine bar for me. I have a few moms to meet, myself.