I am SO not ready for this

Something happened to me when I became a parent.

I became soft.

Let me explain. I played softball for 10 years growing up. And if I do say so myself, I was good. I was the annoying one that knew all of the strategy and would yell out the plays to my teammates so they knew where to throw the ball. But my real love was baseball. In fourth grade, my goal in life was to be a pitcher for the Cardinals (interestingly, at that same time, K's dream was to catch for the Cardinals...). So I spent hours in the backyard practicing. One of my joys was to show up boys that were older than me with my pitching ability.

And I was competitive. In fact, just a few years ago, I was watching my cousin's son's game (I think he was 5 at the time), and I think my mom wanted to kill me. I was yelling at the kids on his team to run, etc. I mean, if you are going to play, RUN to first base.

So something that happened last night surprised and appalled me. We were on a walk with Moses and ZuZu, and stopped to watch a 2nd-3rd grade baseball game at the diamond down the street. It was apparently highly competitive. Because when one little boy struck out, the opposing team parents cheered.

The parents cheered.

And the little boy hung his head and walked back to the dugout.

And I cried.

I think we will start working on Moses' skills so that I never have to watch that happen to MY baby.