My son is a baseball player. He dreams of one day making it to the big leagues, even if it’s only for a few days. He dreams of playing in front of thousands, on a field meant for kids. He wants to swing that PINK bat for himself, and his mother.
MLB gets it. On Mothers Day they bring out the pink bats in honor of mothers everywhere and to help bring awareness to breast cancer. What a great thing. Us fathers are the ones that coach, teach and criticize our players from the time they take their first swing to the time they take their last. But it’s the mothers who do the real work. They drive the bus, comfort after losses, buy the ice cream after the win and teach them that with every victory, or defeat, there is a life lesson to be learned. The athlete always thanks God first and Mom second. They play sports psychiatrist after every game. They make you laugh even after an 0-4 game. They know them better than they know themselves. And they know how to fix you both mentally and physically.
So to all of the Mothers out there thank you. Thank you for shaping our children into the men that they will eventually become.
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