You wake up really early on weekends because you have to bring your son to a baseball game. Even when you’d rather stay home in bed, you trudge along even before the sun is up. Sometimes you endure a long drive just to get to the venue of the game.
You stay under the sun for several hours. Under the scorching heat. Sometimes, no amount of sunblock can keep you from getting toasted. You still go home feeling (and looking) like a roasted chestnut. At times you get almost dehydrated — you can’t drink too much since you don’t know where the nearest bathroom is. Most of the time, you have to cross the whole field to get to the nearest bathroom. The nearest bathroom is just way too far.
You see different personalities on the field. The ones to watch out for are on the bleachers. From the field, you learn about team work, unity and courage. From the bleachers, you learn about parent-bullies and know-it-alls. You learn about friendship, too.
You go home tired and feeling drained out after the game. Sometimes you feel like you were the one on the field playing, not just a mere spectator. Sometimes you tell yourself you will decide to miss the next game — and the game after that.
But you know in your heart of hearts that you will still go… that for sure you will be there in the next game, cheering your heart and lungs out. So why do you still go? After all the whining and complaining, what makes you go to a game again and again… and again?
Perhaps it’s because you know that your son loves baseball. It’s because of that smile on his face whenever he is around with his teammates. It’s because of the discipline that the sport is teaching your child. It is because you don’t want to miss that hit… or that home run. And you want to be there when he makes that winning catch… or winning run.
Maybe it’s also because of the new friends you have made while sitting on the bleachers… the parents you end up having weekend barbecues with. Maybe it’s the friends that your child has gained, being part of a team. The little boys you know your child will grow up with.
Despite the heat, rain, long drives and long hours, you know that you cannot stay away. Mainly because you know that the game makes your child happy.
And perhaps it’s because you wouldn’t want to miss a moment. Whether it’s a moment of victory or defeat, joy or sorrow, excitement or boredom. Whatever moment it is, you would want to share it with your child. You would want to be there.
Or maybe, just maybe, you have grown to love the game, as well.
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