Savor the Moments

Savor the Moments

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My initiation into the world of sports began thirty-five years ago when my oldest son ventured into the world of t-ball. As each brother reached the grand old age of four, he joined the ranks of youth baseball teams. Sitting on uncomfortable bleachers was no picnic, but some of my best “Mommy” memories spring from those balmy evenings in June as I cheered my little boys to victory.

With May’s arrival, we leapt into all things baseball. Visiting the card shop. Practices. Washing uniforms. Games. Washing uniforms. Junk food. Washing uniforms. We instituted baseball traditions at home. The season opened with our favorite videos. The Sandlot was an annual must-watch, and my husband rediscovered his childhood favorite, It Happens Every Spring. To gain relief from hotdogs and nacho dinners fresh from the concession stand, I could be counted on to bring homemade sub sandwiches to their games. By the time, the youngest was in high school, those subs had won the distinction of a grand slam meal for the team between doubleheaders.

Years passed. The oldest boy developed a successful high school sports career in swimming. The next son reluctantly said goodbye to the game when he entered the premed program at his university. With one child left in baseball, I cherished every inning. We were able to attend games through all of his college years and beyond as he followed his dream to become a high school coach.

My boys will tell you that I never truly learned baseball. (“It’s not a hit, Mom. He only made contact with the ball.”) True, my sports lingo is filled with malapropisms, but I’ve learned a lot more about baseball and life while raising my sons.

PleaseGodpleaseGodpleaseGod, don’t let him strike out. PleaseGodpleaseGodpleaseGod, help him to pitch over the plate. Not every one of those prayers was answered with a yes from the Almighty. Through God’s grace, my boys and I learned how to handle the success of RBIs and sacrifice bunts, as well as how to endure the humiliation of fielding errors and hitting the batter.

As I walk with Jesus, I send up several prayers a day for my needs, others’ needs, and the world’s need for a Savior. I have learned to trust Him whether He answers the way I want Him to, or not.

I possess a wealth of family memories from our seasons in baseball. In thirty more years, I want to look back on the treasure trove of memories in my retirement which I will have collected in the everyday moments of writing, spending time with grandchildren, and traveling.

Savor the moments. In family. In work. In life.

About Linda Sammaritan

For years, Linda Sammaritan tried to be perfect wife, perfect mother, perfect teacher and crammed so many activities into her days that twenty-four hours couldn’t possibly hold them all – perfectly. She now lives by the motto, “relentlessly eliminate hurry.” Newly retired, Linda keeps the freezer packed with homemade take-out meals for her full- time working husband when she travels to visit children, grandchildren, siblings, and Mom. Read more about her faith and writings at


  1. Laurie Driesen says:

    So true – we need to savor the moments, especially with our kids. I tried to do that with my daughter all the years I was a single mom and raising her alone. I loved every minute of being with her and I tried to slow life down so I could savor the time with her. Nevertheless, it all went by fast! But through my prayers for her I feel close to her even though she’s miles away. Thanks for this post Linda, I’m nearing retirement and need to remember this!

  2. You’re welcome.
    I imagine that raising a child on your own brings about a whole different kind of closeness with your kids. I see that with my daughter-in-law who spent a few years as a single mom until she met my son.

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