Letting Go

Orlando , moms need their fix

Once a player gets above rookie complex ball I think things are easier because it becomes "real baseball"

It might not be like living in Paris for a year
But wouldn't you love to be able to take a couple months off,go live in another part of the country and spend your summer evenings watching your son play pro ball!

"Is this heaven?"

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Mickey Mantle wanted to quit and there's the famous story of his dad driving out to his hotel to pick him up. Changed his mind thank god.

I told my wife at the beginning of the Senior Year that I would enjoy every moment (knowing it would be the last year to see him every day), and I did. My advice is to make each day a positive one. No regrets. Now that he is gone off to college I miss talking to him every day about baseball and life, but I understand I have to let him go for both our sakes, and for him to become a mature young man. This is what we both worked for for so long. His college baseball experience will be a rich one.

My son will be entering college less than one year away. He's close enough that I can drive down to see his games, but far enough that I wish he were here.

To me, he's still the 3 y.o. that waited for me every morning in the living room.. to talk to me before I left for work. I wish we'd talk more these days--he's become a teenager, after all--but I know he loves me (and I him) and everything has a purpose.

This weekend we visited what will be my sons school next year for his "official visit". Truth be told we hardly saw him for three days. He stayed at his host players apartment to sample "college life" with a bunch of the players and other committed 08's (I'm taking a don't ask, don't tell approach on what happened). Seeing him with what will be his teammates/extended family I knew better than to intrude and realized that this would soon be his support group and he wouldn't need us so much (except for money).

While I was very happy for him I have to admit that watching him go off on his own it hit me right between the eyes that he would be leaving us very soon. That realization made for a very long drive home. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"...

After getting our son moved into his dorm - which took two minutes because of all of the help offered Nice we ate lunch on campus and kind of just took it all in, to remember where he would be...when we headed back to the car, we turned to catch one last glimpse of him. There he was with 6 roomates he had just met, exhuberiently moving across the lawn towards the music and the new campus life that was "his" not "ours"...our hearts took a dive right then, realizing what had just happened. Then those same hearts took a shot up to the sky knowing he was ready and prepared for this moment...priceless.