Two of my East Hampton grandsons are playing baseball this spring. It's been fun to go down to the Little League fields again and watch the kids play. Especially as a grandparent.
We spent many, many years in the Little League system as parents. With four kids our experience began when our eldest, a girl, joined T-ball. We like baseball so we encouraged all our kids to get involved, with mixed success. She didn't last too long in the system, but she did T-ball and minor league ball, and in fact my husband couched her minor league team. Our second girl wasn't interested in baseball but her younger brother was so as soon as he was old enough he was on a team. Both he and our other son went right through the ranks, from T-ball to minor league to little league to senior league. Along the way my husband coached, and then was president of the league, and it was about a twenty year period that we were involved in Little League.
Now as a parent, every game was a priority. I sat in the stands or stood by the fence for every game throughout the years while my husband was usually on the bench with the kids or acting as an umpire behind the plate. I had blankets and heated seat cushions and all manner of creature comforts, necessary for those early Spring games. In other words, I did my time.
So now here we are with two boys playing and as grandparents we get the best of both worlds. We get to go to the games, watch as long as we want to, enjoy the time, cheer them on, and go home when we feel like it. Which we do.