It was a breezy and cool Thursday - March 12th to be exact, playing on my high school field during our second region game (meaning it counts), and it, my last at bat was UGLY.

Some days, it doesn't seem like it...but we promise Our Diamonds will SHINE again, and when they do - ohhhh what a celebration we will have. This one is FOR all of you, patiently waiting for your days at the ballpark. Enjoy today's poem.

Is softball essential? We see that question all over social media. The definition of essential is extremely important or necessary. Isn't it okay to want our lives full of freedom and liberty and ballparks and work and packed coolers and homeruns and strikeouts and uniforms back? Doesn't that mean, that we were living well? That our kids were happy?

What if, we made sure our kids ALWAYS knew first and foremost that the outcome of a game, or the results of their performance NEVER EVER affects our love for them or how proud of them we are.

If we had a quarter for every time we heard a softball parent say that they joined a team, only to find out that the other parents didn’t welcome them – we would be wealthy, indeed. This bully baller mom (and dad) thing is apparently a thing…. A sad reality in youth sports is that…