Season of Lasts
I have never been the baseball mom that worries about cleaning white pants. I figured that only someone not in charge of a player’s laundry decided that pants should be white, and it was my silent protest against the patriarchy not to care. During baseball season, we wash uniforms almost daily - in the evening, sometimes very late, after games - and I just never saw value in trying to get the dirt out. We simply threw the pants in the washer and they came out like they came out. They were just going to get dirty the next time he wore them anyway. As I was folding one of the many loads of laundry this week, I noticed a hole in one pair, which made me notice the color. This pair had seen some dirt! It made me smile, remembering a time he dove for a great catch or beat the play sliding into second. And then it brought a tear to my eye. I would not have to replace these pants. It’s the last baseball season. As winter turned to spring in our house, we entered our “season of lasts.” For...
