12 Fun Facts
If I may, I’m just going to start with a couple of facts.
Being a baseball wife isn’t glamorous, it’s just different.
Tate and I have moved ten times in our three years of marriage.
I started blogging because I wanted to share what I’ve experienced, learned and how I’ve evolved as a wife and mother in the baseball industry.
I actually enjoy watching baseball.
I’m really over fireworks #everyfridaynightisfireworksnight
I purposely stay away from knowing everything about the baseball industry, my husbands swing, stats and the politics that go into the game. It only instills fear and worry.
I don’t feel sorry for myself because of the lifestyle we live. I used to until I opened my eyes.
Stillness, wellness, positivity, and transparency…I have baseball to thank for helping me understand those terms differently and intentionally.
Being away from my husband during the season is really hard.
Getting tanned/burned only the right side of my body is normal during baseball season. Baseball girls, you know what I mean.
My baseball girlfriends are shocked every time they see me in something other than t-shirts, leggings, and hoodies.
If there’s one thing that baseball has taught me, it’s that happiness is relative and genuinely depends on what you treasure.
I get asked many questions about being a baseball wife, so I just wanted to fill you in a bit. Ah, just saying the term “baseball wife” makes me uncomfortable. I’m human, very normal and very much like you. I’m also very hesitant to write this post because I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining or bragging. This is our life, and I promised to be transparent in everything I post, meaning that life happenings, both good and bad, are included. Onward.
We are moving to Florida for the next two months for spring training, and I actually love this process. At the moment, St. Louis is freezing and dreary, so some sunshine sounds fantastic right about now. Spring training is also much more relaxed than the regular season. Tate gets home from the field before dinner every night, Ryker and I get to play in the sunshine, I get to see my girlfriends and grandparents(we stay with Tate’s grandparents in Naples) and did I forget to mention we get to watch baseball again?! Fun stuff.
What's so hard about that? Well, nothing really. It’s the months after Spring training that get a little grueling. I see Tate every day during Spring training, but during the regular season, I see him about 50% of the time, if that. However, I’ve gone through 3 baseball seasons in the minor leagues, so I know somewhat to expect in this season of life. Most importantly, I know that it’s only temporary. Baseball doesn’t rule our lives, and if we let it, that’s when we suffer most. That goes for every challenging season of life, whether it’s because of baseball your work, or having a home full of children; the hard seasons won’t last forever.
How am I actually feeling? I’m excited, as always. I’m nervous because I don’t know what’s going to happen or where we’re going to live. I’m sad to leave my family, that’s always hard for me, but most of all, I’m hopeful. It seems like every year I come into the season hoping that I can make it through with more grace, contentment and stability that the year prior. That’s one of the best things about a new season. We get a fresh start.
Prepping for Season
I’m currently packing up, cleaning our home, downloading some new beachy music, eating leftover beans and rice for breakfast because I refuse to buy more groceries, and I’m mentally preparing to make it through these next eight months. This baseball season I’m focusing on intentionality, as it’s truly what has helped me stay grounded in many instances where I felt like I was sinking. *WOW, cheesy*. But, I’ve experienced that a time or two, or ten during the baseball season.
I was 21 and a newlywed when I left for my first baseball season with Tate. Oh, the hours I spent online searching for a blog, article or any type of guide that would help me prepare for what was to come. I didn’t find much and frankly, it might have been a good thing. Looking back, I now see that there were a few lessons I had to learn for myself. Every baseball family has a different story and a different way of making it through the season. With that being said, there are a few things that I wish I would have known before I aimlessly started my first baseball season.
What to expect for baseball season: Hahaha, this is a trick question. You can’t. When it comes to baseball, specifically the minor leagues, you just pack up your belongings, find a way to get to your new city and take it one day at a time. If anything, you can expect lots of late nights spent watching Friends over your significant-others cold, yet satisfying post-game meal.
How to pack for baseball season: Learned a hard lesson here. DO NOT pack all of your belongings. My goodness, the first year Tate and I spent in Greenville, SC, I packed almost everything we owned, and it was miserable. I pretty sure Tate threw out his back by caring all of our loads to the car, and it was absolutely not worth it. This is the perfect time to try living simply and minimally. Make it a game if you have to. What are the necessities that you can’t imagine parting with(besides clothes and shoes)? Start there and cut five things out. I’m telling you when I learned to simplify, life got so much easier!
Force of Nature all-purpose spray
Curling or flat iron, makeup bag
A few teacups
Vita Jing herbs
Two journals, bible, two books
My camera + tripod and computer
All my husband needs is his PlayStation, Ryker needs his toddler golf clubs, and we're pretty much set. It’s a different story if you’re renting an unfurnished apartment, but we have been living with host families so that drastically minimizes the amount we need to pack.
Emotionally preparing for baseball season: It will look different for everyone, but here a few things that help my mental game during the season.
Introduce guided meditation into your routine,
Find work or a hobby that will give you purpose
Be brave and say hi to that girl sitting alone in the family section, community is crucial.
Be quick to listen and slow to speak with your husband/boyfriend, with the baseball girls and with yourself.
Write out your intentions for the upcoming season and re-write them every single morning.
I use the word intentions here because baseball tends your disrupt plans and goals in ways you wouldn’t imagine. Setting intentions gives you a little bit more lee-way and reminds you that it’s okay if things don’t go as planned. Just try your best, that's all you can do.
My intentions for baseball season include leaving the house once a day, making meditation part of my daily routine, doing a creative project daily (cooking, drawing, writing, filming, painting with Ryker), and stepping outside of my comfort zone when the opportunity presents itself.
I feel like a broken record when I say this, but I don’t know everything, nor will I ever know everything! I just hope that I can comfort and encourage someone who is in the same spot I was three years ago. Most importantly, I want to share how grateful I am for this game. It’s pushed me in ways I never imagined, and I’m not even the one playing every day. Yes, it’s been hard, but as crazy as it is to say this, I needed baseball.
Ah, I really can’t believe the 2019 baseball season is here! We leave for Florida in about 24 hours, and I’d be lying if I told you my heart rate isn’t a little bit higher these days — lots of anticipation. Good anticipation. Let’s do this.