Hey Coach,
School is out and baseball season is upon us. Going into the season with three kids in the sport, I knew we would be busy and I knew you would be involved. Life would be crazy. But you can’t stay away. With all of the busy nights, ball games, and stressful times, I wanted to let you know that I see you.
As you beam at the thought of being their coach, I see you.
When you glow with pride at their love of the game, I see you.
As you call, email and text to line up practices, I see you.
When you rush home to make super so we can rush out the door to the game, I see you.
When you sit at night, going through the roster and line up, I see you.
As you call the batting order and get the kids ready, I see you.
When you are on the mound, coaching a base or helping the batters, I see you.
As you gather and lug around all the equipment, I see you.
When you gather after each game for a team huddle, I see you.
When you watch the kids play their hearts out, no matter their skill, and you treat them the same, I see you.
From the bleachers and the stands, I see you.
From the kitchen window as you play catch in the yard, I see you.
But more importantly, I see them.
I see them run to you the moment you get home.
I see them beg and plead to play catch, as they hand you your glove.
I see them listen intently as you instruct and guide them.
I see them smile, full of joy and pride.
Late nights, dusty kids, dirty house and crashing in bed. Last minute snacks, water bottle runs and frozen pizza dinners. I would take it all any moment, just to see them see you.
Thanks Coach,
Love, the Coach’s wife.
