Little League Baseball Season My son, Andrew, is nearly 38 years old and I can still remember all those days we spent at the Sistersville Park during baseball season. Eating hot dogs and sloppy joes for supper, late baths, washing baseball uniforms till midnight to be worn the next day…those were some busy days. Before Andrew ever starting playing baseball, I used to feel sorry for all those parents sitting in lawn chairs for hours on end watching their child “play” ball. But when your child starts playing, a strange sense of pride and joy swells within you and you love every minute of it. To see your 4- or 5-year-old hit a ball and run to base – well, that’s not boring! He went on to play baseball for many summers and I loved every minute of it. Now, as I watch my son coach his son, Coley, on the baseball field all those memories of days and long evenings spent at the ballpark come flooding back. I’m so glad he wants to make time out of his busy work schedule to be there with his son – my grandson! Moms, dads, grandparents – take time for those kids. Before you know it, they’ll be going off to college. If I could turn back the clock 30 years and spend one night at the ballpark – how fun would that be! So, parents of young children, slow down and enjoy every minute with your child. Be involved. Be a parent. It’s a gift.