You’re a Baseball Mom
And you show us your love,
When you help us with hitting
Or play catch with Dad’s glove.
From the backstop and bleachers
We hear you cheering us on,
And you take us on road trips
Whether short ones or long.
Your competitive fire
Helps us to play at our best
And builds our desire
To stand out from the rest.
Whether winning or losing
You help us to know
It’s in how we both play
–Not the score– that we grow.
You’re a Baseball Mom,
Thanks for all that you do!
We’re the champs on your Team
And we all love you, too.














For my wife Liz, the best coach and teammate I could ever have.