I'm Karen. 41, from Ohio.
And for two seasons, my son's shoulder was the thing I couldn't fix.
Not for lack of trying. We had the pitch count app. J-Bands before every practice, $35, never skipped. An ice wrap, $30, fought about more nights than not.
The shoulder rub stayed. Honestly, it got more frequent.
By the ride home after almost every practice, Brody's hand was already on the same spot. "I'm good," he'd say, same flat tone, before I'd even asked.
I told myself it was normal. I told myself the bands meant we were covered.
"We're doing everything right, so how is this still happening? Is this just part of baseball now?" I genuinely thought that was the answer.
See what closed the gap for us