quote:Originally posted by Bum:
Bum, Jr. is shipped off in 3 days. I can hardly believe it. 18 years ago I remember buying (and half-smoking) a cherry cigar I purchased from 7-Eleven, celebrating the birth of my first born male child. I swelled with pride, and choked with stupidity. When he began to speak, his first word was "hammer". And he would say it in succession as he pounded on his blocks. I hear the echo now, "Hammer, hammer, hammer.."
At the age of 3, Bum, Jr. would wait patiently every morning in the living room, waiting to bid his father adieu before he left for work. We'd talk about legos, Winnie the Pooh, or his favorite cereal. We'd sing songs together and hug.
At 6, I enrolled him on a coach-pitch team. His very first game, in the first inning, the coach put him on the pitcher's mound. I have the moment on tape. He raised his hands in triumph, and excitedly exclamed "Yahhh! I'm the pitcher!"
Together, we've been through 9-11, countless scrapes and bruises, have built make-believe ballfields and a doghouse together, and have forged a relationship tested by time. In baseball, we have seen countless failures, have dusted ourselves off after three hour monotonous practices on a dirt infield, weathered April snow and August heat, and have seen him fail countless times only to pick himself up again and become even better.
He may not know it now, distracted as he is by cell phones, his girlfriend, My Space and the relentlessness of his busy life, but he is my son. We love each other, and nothing will ever change that.
So, with simultaneous sadness and pride, it is is time to let go..
Very well said...tugs the heart for real...changes for certain..
...both end and beginning...bittersweet moment...them leaving is the best thing in the world for them (and we know and celebrate that)...and simultaneoulsy the hardest one for us as it is an end and we feel that in a way that only parents can...
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