You know it's a good day when...

Before I got caught up on all the blogging that I've been missing out on, I have to remember how lucky I am to have the boys (meaning ALL my boys!) that I do in my life. I have no pictures of this moment, which is probably more fitting. I didn't know we would be making a memory that I would want to remember so no camera was brought along. But you know when you just have a really great moment in life, and all of a sudden, it hits you how blessed and lucky you are to be a parent, and you wish you could freeze that "moment" for just a few seconds longer?

That's what I had last Saturday.

I know every mom is tired. Seriously, how we get through the days sometimes with so many things to remember and get done is award winning in my opinion. But for some reason, the last few months, I've been SOOOO tired. Tired to the point that I can fall asleep at any given moment in the afternoon, and go SO deep into sleep that I have NO idea what time of day it is, or even what day of the week we're on for that matter. It's not good. So when Russ had taken Jackson and Max to t-ball practice Saturday afternoon, and Mitch had gone down for a nap, I didn't hesitate in taking one of those naps myself. I briefly remember them coming home, getting Mitch up, and telling me they were going for a bike ride if I wanted to come. I was too delirious to actually get up, so off they went without me.

Awhile later, I was called to come to the school park, so I could be "another" person for their baseball game. I'll admit, that did not sound like fun to me. I was still groggy, lazy, and not interested. But my husband was being a good sport with my kids, and I was missing out. So I went.

I'm so glad I did. Although I played softball when I was younger, I'm definitely not that great at baseball. I love cheering for my boys at their games, and I feel like I know what to yell at them at times to "encourage them", (ha ha ha ha!) but actually getting dirty with them in their fun is not what I would have considered a good time. But it WAS. We had SO much fun being together as a family. Russ and I took turns pitching the ball to them, letting them hit, and run around the bases as far as they could get until we tagged them out. And then we took turns hitting to them, watching them play on defense, as they would try and catch the ball, stop the ball, or try and tag us out. It truly was a good time, and even better that it was just us having a good time together.

And what was Mitch doing during all this? He thought he was part of the game too, as he kept "decorating" third base with dirt by piling on as much as he could, or until Jackson or Max came over and swept it off. He was having a great time on his own, and had no clue that he almost was hit by the baseball several times.

I need to create more of these moments, and be there for my boys in all that is important to them, whether it seems silly to me or not.