Because I love Alex

It is my hope that Alex will remember the countless hours spent sitting on the sidelines watching him play baseball. Little League (7 years), travel ball ( 4+ years), and finally 2 years of high school baseball so far. A baseball game can be long, sometimes exciting, sometimes excruciatingly boring, especially if Alex is on the bench. At those times, I really do not care about the game nearly as much as Greg does, especially if it is hot. He’ll just play on his phone while I’ll look for a cooler spot.

I’m probably the only mom with MS at these games, but I won’t get a trophy for my efforts, nor do I want one. I just want Alex to understand that I cared enough to show up, even when it was especially tough.

I turn into a limp noodle when I combine heat with my MS. Summer in southern California means I watch a lot of baseball games on 90+ degree days. Greg makes it as comfortable for me as possible, and I want to be there, but clearly motherhood has made me sometimes push common sense aside in favor of watching Alex play. He would be the only reason I would temporarily punish my central nervous system.

I keep this thought in mind: When Alex is named World Series MVP someday, he will remember to thank me.

Then I will give him a big hug-if I haven’t succumbed to heat stroke!