An Interview with a Little League Baseball Player

Last summer while visiting the grandkids, I got the opportunity to watch my grandson Max play some baseball and attend my granddaughter Molly’s annual dance recital. While I was watching Max play ball, which I love to do, it reminded me of when I spent countless years watching his Uncle Craig play little league ball.

I know exactly what my daughter goes through, because I have been there. It’s a lot of time and all you want is for them to do good, have fun and feel good about how they played. And of course, you want them to win every game. My daughter, Loni, has an added level of stress, Max plays in a competitive travel league. AND ITS BIG BUSINESS.

Max and his Uncle Craig have some similar traits, that I see especially when I watch Max play baseball. It’s crazy when you think about how ingrained some genetics are. Max and his Uncle Craig live 400 miles apart and don’t get to see each other very much, so when I see the similarities, you know its genetics. Both are very serious about the game, are hard on themselves when they think they have messed up, overthink things and are exceptional athletes. One of Craig’s favorite things to do was to steal bases. He was fast and his coaches took advantage of that. Max also loves to steal bases and he’s fast too. When I watch Max steal a base, it’s almost like reliving my time as a baseball mom.

So last summer when I was in Arkansas watching Max, it got me to thinking. I know Max is a typical 12-year-old boy and can be very cooperative or argumentative. He likes to procrastinate at home and he’s not quick to follow his parents’ instructions, most of the time. Again, typical pre-teen. It got me to wondering, how does Max respond to his coaches when they give him directions? What better way to find out than to interview him? So, I sat him down in the dining room following one of his games and did just that.

THE INTERVIEW

  • Mimi: When you are standing on home plate waiting for the ball to come, what does through your mind?
  • Max: I’m mainly thinking if it’s a fast pitcher, I aim for right center. A slower pitcher, I aim for dead center.
  • Mimi: You have enough control to put the ball where you want to?
  • Max: Yes.
  • Mimi: When you are standing on home plate waiting for the pitch, I notice that there is a coach on third base giving you signs. Is he telling you what to do?
  • Max: Yea.
  • Mimi: So how does that mess with you? What if you get up there and know this is a fast pitcher and you want to hit to right center and he tells you to bunt? What do you do?
  • Max: I bunt.
  • Mimi: When you are on base and you are stealing, are you listening to a coach to tell you when to go or are you just going on your own?
  • Max: He gives me the sign and I go.
  • Mimi: When you are standing out there in the outfield, I know it can get very boring sometimes. When that big fly ball comes right for you, what’s going through your mind?
  • Max: Step back, turn my shoulders and run backwards.
  • Mimi: So, you have a plan?
  • Max: Yes.
  • Mimi: What happens if it is coming between you and the guy over in left field?
  • Max: I’ll call off the left fielder if it’s closer to me, but if it’s closer to him, he will call me off.
  • Mimi: What do you think the hardest position to play is?
  • Max: Definitely catcher, especially wearing the gear all day in the heat of the summer.
  • Mimi: What would be the best position to have?
  • Max: Whatever position you are good at is the one that is the best position.
  • Mimi: What is your favorite thing about playing?
  • Max: Having fun with all my friends
  • Mimi: And the worst thing?
  • Max: Having to get up at 8:30 in the morning.

MY TAKE AWAYS?

Max

To my surprise and delight, Max showed me that he is a very mature young man with a great head on his shoulders. He understands teamwork and follows the directions of his coaches. They have taught him the basic skills of the game and he follows them when told. He has confidence in his game. There was no sign of him second-guessing anything

I was thrilled to hear that his favorite part about playing is having fun with his friends. Not shocking was that he didn’t want to get up at 8:30 to have to go play. I know he has had to get up much earlier than that when they travel but he’s probably still in a fog and doesn’t remember that.

I will travel back to Arkansas this summer to watch Max play again, but this time, I know his game plan and that he’s got it. Who knows, I might need a follow-up interview with the future major league baseball player.

They Are Coming!

Max & Molly Easter 2014This time next weekend I will be in Mimi mode.  Yes, the Milligans are coming.  My daughter, the two kids and one of the three grandpugs are coming.  They have not been here since last July and I haven’t seen them since March.  Most of the time I handle them living 6 hours away ok and sometimes I don’t.  But when I have gone this long without seeing them, I’m basically white knuckling it.  The other grandparents retired and moved to within an hour of them.  That is wonderful for them and I’m glad that provides them with some family close in case they are needed.  I can’t pack up my life and move there but it is so hard not getting to be a part of their daily lives.

For me it goes much deeper than just not seeing the grandkids, sure I miss them, but I really miss my daughter.  For the bigger part of the last 8 years, she has lived 6 hours away from me.  They thought her husband was getting a job back in OKC so she and Max moved back to Oklahoma for 10 months when Max was very young.  We were only 1 hour and 40 minutes apart.  I can still remember the day she called me to tell me they were moving back to OKC.  It was right after my mother had died and I just sat down and cried with joy when we hung up the phone.  So for 10 months, I got to see her about every 2 weeks.  But alas, her husband’s job never followed through so they went back to Arkansas.  It was the right move for their little family, but it was a horrible event for me.  Yesterday Keith and I were in OKC and we went to a store that took us right by the entrance to my daughter’s old neighborhood, I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I remembered that 10 months and then how much I miss her.  I guess I know how my mother felt for the 8 years I lived six hours away in New Mexico.

Technology has helped the distance between us.  We usually talk on the phone every day, some days multiple times a day.  Lots of text messages, many with pics of what the kids or grandpugs are up to.  There is facetime, because when Molly wants to call Mimi, she really means “see Mimi.”  I love it when I get a random call from Max when his mother doesn’t know he has called me.  Sometimes he will facetime me and he is walking all over the house talking to me, makes me a little nauseous.

Max and I have a special relationship.  When it is just the two of us, we have great conversations.  He can be so mature.  We talk about everything.  He also knows that I’m the grandma who doesn’t put up with much crap or antics.  He will test me, but 95% of the time, we are just fine.  I have learned with him that presentation of something is most of the battle.  If I’m drama free, he is usually drama free.  Then there’s little Miss Molly, the granddaughter I’ve been waiting for.  I don’t know her as well as Max and that’s hard.  I hope that she knows how much I love her and want so much to be around to get our toes done, pick out cute clothes and have long talks about nothing, just like I used to do with her mom.

And speaking of her mom, well where do I begin.  Words can’t really describe how I feel about her.  My heart aches for her, but I guess that’s normal when they grow up and move away.  We have always had a very special relationship.  For many years, she was really my only friend, the one person I knew I could count on.  That is probably not the role a little girl should play, but I knew I could get through the day just because of her. I was not alone in the world because I had her and for many years, she was all that mattered.  When I go visit her, we never seem to have enough time, but we make the best of it.  When she comes here. it’s never long enough.  It takes me days to recover after I have seen them because I never know when the next time will be.  Wow, this week’s blog is a bit of a downer, sorry.

So let me see if I can pull out of this mood I’m in  and move on.  I am excited, elated and can’t wait because:  THEY ARE COMING!