So. We put the baby on a plane tonight. He will land in Phoenix in a couple of hours and if he passes his physical, he will graduate me from a “college commit” mom to a “minor league” mom sometime tomorrow when he officially signs. He chose to have the first coach who ever believed in him at age 7 and the guys he played with for over seven years over to hang out before he left (with their families who are our family). He gave his daggon draft hat to the knucklehead in the front in the green/blue shirt because it was “too small for me and plus I will get more.” Three of the guys who came (not all in the pix because they had summer league games) play D3, one plays CC, one is commited to D1 and one plays D3 lacrosse. All are friends for life. That’s what baseball is about. Also, please note the poignant picture with his suitcase at the airport. And the 2nd one taken 30 minutes later when he realized he left his glove in the car. He is, after all, still an 18 year old boy.
Through everything, he learned his self-worth and the importance of being himself. He also learned how much of a business baseball is as his decision to hold to his number actually affected several of his former high school and travel teammates in a really good way.
Thanks to so many of you for your amazing advice and well wishes. I ain’t going anywhere!
As we all know, here’s where the frickin hard work begins.
P.S. Homemade lemon buttercream icing on the cupcakes!! Kinda proud of myself. 😂