Bedtime Baseball

Bedtime Baseball

Our latest family photo greeted me on Facebook before I went to sleep last night.  My husband suggested I take a quick look before slumber hit so I flicked on my phone and there it was. A photo of my youngest grandson Judson who is 18 months old, sound asleep on his tummy, holding a baseball. I was expecting to see a teddy or a blankie or maybe even a pacifier, but certainly not a well used baseball! He had it tucked under his arm as though ready for the next day’s play!

The dear photo caused me to immediately crawl inside his dreams. I could see him holding the over sized ball in his tiny hand and throwing it quite accurately to his Daddy. It had to be accurate because he is his Daddy’s son! You see, Sam, his Daddy, my son, played baseball day and night while growing up. He followed his older brother’s footsteps and they played hour upon hour together and with their neighborhood friends.

All of my memories flooded back to me and I imagined myself sitting proudly on the bleachers watching both of my dear boys as they played themselves to popularity and success. I know this will be Judson’s future and I am just a bit jealous that I will play the part of Grandparent and not Mother. I loved those days and I miss them.

Batter up Juddy boy!