Common Mom

I was looking through some of my older scrapbooks to find some photos of me and my Dad. I came across this photo in my softball album . . . my Dad’s not in it, but it brought back some awesome memories.

As I mentioned in my post on Wednesday, I played on a travelling softball team. 5 of us on that team worked at the same McDonald’s . . . and our manager was nice enough to give all of us every weekend off all summer so we could play in tournaments. The owner of the store was a VERY nice man and pledged $100 to each of us ($500 total) toward our fundraising if we washed 250 cars in one Saturday afternoon in the store parking lot - we did and he did.

I hope Dude likes baseball as much as I loved softball! The memories I have from playing softball are some of my best memories ever!

Thank you to my Dad for buying me a catcher’s mitt he probably couldn’t afford just because he knew I really wanted it. Oh, and thank you for setting me up in front of the bathroom at the campground, putting a glove on my hand, and pitching to me when I was 9 - it certainly helped me not be afraid of the ball

Thank you to my Mom for travelling all over and spending every weekend of my teenage summers sitting at softball fields watching me play a game I love rather than sitting at the lake enjoying the water you love.

Thank you to my teammates and friends for helping me make such wonderful memories that I will cherish always.

Thank you to my coaches for volunteering their time and making the game so much fun that I wanted to play it every day all day and never got tired of it.

Thank you to Mr. Bamberry for being flexible enough to allow us to work at his store and still play softball every weekend all summer. (And to all 4 of my readers, if you ever find yourself in the tiny metropolis that is  Mankato, MN, eat at McDonald’s!)

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