Updated: Jun 10
I sure hope that one of my kids takes an interest in baseball some day. 99% of my offers to go out and play ball are currently met with a very respectful "No thank you, Daddy." They'd rather play with dinosaurs or Peppa Pigs.
I am fully committed to supporting whatever their interests are, but I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't be sad if none of them wanted to play baseball.
Today, we all went out and swung the wiffle ball bat for a while. After Sara and Mia and I all took our turns, Ace decided that it looked like enough fun that he should have a go. Hope tried, too, but she hasn't quite figured it out yet.
It was lots of fun.
The highlight of the day was getting to use a broomstick and a rake to dig a ball out of the gutter that I've convinced Ace and Hope is inhabited by raccoons. They call it the raccoon hole every time we walk by. Fortunately, no raccoons were present during ball retrieval.
Baseball related or not, I sure do love making memories with my family.