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What will I get out of it?......all the memories that we are building, at the present time. There's nothing like watching your children do something that they love.

Actually, I get to talk to my son more now, than we did in high school. I enjoy the chats after the game, as long as they have won, that is.... Smile

The time we spend with our sons is priceless.

Be good,
Tom - what a great question!!!
When his time as a active player ends, his career as a high school teacher and coach will begin. That alone is a source of great satisfaction - but what this game has given me is something more precious - time with my son, watching him close up laugh and cry, cheer and groan, experience the emotions of life crammed intensely into a short time period of nine innings week after week all the while he is growing and changing before my eyes. I have been able to spend this time watching and observing, laughing and crying myself, all while having that special moment of eye contact and nodding at crucial times - where else do we have the opportunity to be in the audience of their lives, watching this play out so intimantly? I will also love the game for that!
No regrets!

Self Satisfaction, peace of mind and all the other intangibles already mentioned by everyone else.

My Dad use to tell me at key times in my life "Son, I'm with ya ridin or walkin" -- and he proved true to his word. His committment taught me committment, and teaching that to my sons is what I'll get out of it.

The jouney is the payoff...walking the walk. Showing them that what I've told them, what i believe is what I'll do.

"A winner never quits and a quitter never wins. If you want something bad enough you can have it." Not sure why I beleive that but I really do!

When it comes to baseball, I'll always sleep good walk
The game of baseball provides an opportunity for parents and players to share many aspects of life with their sons. We get to feel their pain when they hurt and share their joy. We practice with them if nothing more than driving them to and from the field. We talk with them about their accomplishments and help them understand why they failed. It’s a family event. We work our tails off in the concession stand and paint the outfield fence while they work at their game.
Few things in life offer the same opportunities that the game of baseball offers. Sure I’ll remember him being drafted, the perfect games and the grand slams but I also remember the four strikeouts in one game. I’ll remember the day I sat down with him when he was ten and we talked about him wanting to quit baseball, or the time when he was four and he fell down running to first base. He may be an Auburn Tiger now but I’ll never forget the time he played for the “Tadpoles”.
It’s JUST a game but it offers a golden opportunity for parents and sons to share their lives. That’s what baseball means to me.
I shoved the Doctor out of the way so that I could deliver my son myself. I remember seeing the terror in my wife's eyes as I took over. I held him and "allowed" the nurse to cut the umbilical cord before finally letting the Doctor examine him.

As soon as he could stand, I would toss nurf balls to him. He would pick them up in his right hand and I would put them in his left hand, thousands and thousands of times. Again his mother thought that I was insane.

I coached his s-o-c-c-e-r teams and took him to karate until he was old enough to play baseball. I taught him to hunt and fish and to love nature and the outdoors. I help him with his homework every day and encourage him to read nightly and to write about his experiences.

We go to the park to workout, hit balls, long toss, run, rest in the dugout or simply sit in the outfield and talk. He practices harder than any boy I have ever seen and he still plays the game for fun.

We cheer for our Gamecocks together at football, baseball and basketball games or share popcorn watching our teams play on TV. We play chess and Madden and go for bike rides.

When baseball is over for him... nothing will change for me. He is my son.
Tom ...

what do you see yourself getting out of it all when the game ends for your son

(1) Several very very close friends whom I wouldn't have met otherwise;
(2) The knowledge and comfort knowing that our son learned how to set goals for himself and attain them;
(3) The maternal comfort of knowing that he is a mature and thoughtful young man who knows how to be a team member, cheerleader, and leader;
(4) A greater appreciation and love for my husband and all that he did to teach, support, and nurture our son throughout his life !!
I figured I was in it for the long run when I was continously scolded for ace wrapping his right arm to his side when his mother was at work. After a while I figured he was going to be a righty regardless of my therapy. But it sure the heck was entertaining watching that baby bottle bang into his forehead when he was swinging it from the left side.

Somtimes I dread the geriatric years coming up and how I will be re-paid.
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