Baseball season is here, and, like millions of parents nationwide, I have Little League anxiety this week. But unlike most parents, my angst comes with a gay twist.
This is our fourth year of Little League -- and the fourth consecutive year Ann* is the only girl on the team. It's the first year on the field with Mary*, who's starting her rookie (aka Pee-Wee) year after three seasons of watching Ann play.
Being the parents of the only girl on the team, we'd probably stand out a bit, anyway. Being the two moms with the only girl on the team, we stand out just a little bit more. So, after the first practice, we don't really need to introduce ourselves.
Now, I'm not terribly sociable by nature -- I'm perfectly friendly, mind you, but I tend not to seek out conversation with strangers. Given a choice, I'd rather spend the hour waiting out a dancing class or baseball practice with my nose in the Kindle. But when it comes to my kids, I have no choice -- I have to overcome my wallflower inclinations and chat up the other parents.
Read the rest at Parentdish, where David Valdes Greenwood and I alternate weeks writing "The Family Gaytriarchs". It's the first regular gay parenting column in a mainstream publication, online or in print.
*All names have been changed to protect my family's privacy.