A Boatload of Tears

Today has been a busy and emotionally charged day; some moments were happy and exciting and some not so much. 

After spending the last three hours on the field, dividing myself in two between Adrián's baseball game and Julissa's softball game and watching their teams lose really bad, I got home feeling drained. I was getting ready to shower, when I got a text from Adrián's coach. It read —"Tough night to go out with a loss when we were making contact. But where we started the season and ended the season is definitely an improvement. Love those boys a bunch! ..."— and then it hit me like a boulder and I just started bawling! For. No. Apparent. Reason. And now I can't stop. 

Nope. 

I am crying because with that text I realized that the last of my boys has now outgrown little league. 

I'm crying because what seemed like seven long years back then, now seem like seven years that passed in the blink of an eye. 

I'm crying because I've been so crazy busy and emotionally drained today, that I didn't realize that today was the last time I'll be cheering one of my boys from the bleachers of Ty Cobb Little League and I forgot to take a picture of him with this amazing coach called Courtney, who has been the most amazing, uplifting and caring coach I and my boys have ever met! And now I don't have a picture of the moment of closure of one of the most important times in their lives. 

I am also crying because today is Abdiel's 14th birthday and I forgot to congratulate him first thing this morning. And becuase his voice is changing and he's growing up and he's becoming so independent. 

And of course I am crying because of this damn female hormones that say I just need to cry for no apparent reason! 

I know that my future with my boys are filled with many more years of happy moments. But right now I just feel like I can't take them turning into young men, because like Abdiel said today: "getting older just means more responsibilities...". 

And so now I'm thinking that yes, Abdiel is totally right, growing up does mean more responsibilities for you, but you know what else it also means for me?—missing these crazy little league days cheering you from those Ty Cobb bleachers. 

To my boys: I'm super proud for all you have accomplished this far. Keep reaching for the stars - even if it takes Mom shedding a boatload of tears because she's missing a younger you! 😉

Love, your baseball loving Mom! 💙💙💙