Today we joined the ranks of Little League parents. As you may have guessed, I’m quite reluctant to commit to any activities that take away from our free-form family time. I really value my boys’ time to just play and explore in their own ways. But the inevitable has happened: my little boy is growing up. At the ripe old age of six, he is craving a little more structure, a little more challenge. Our little community baseball class just wasn’t all that fun for him anymore. And I had been praying and seeking out some homeschool classes where he’d be involved with a group of kids his age…enter: Little League.
FYI: He loves it. In that, I’m going to try to hide my smile after practice but I just can’t quite do it kind of way. And so it begins.