I knew it might end this past Sunday. And it did. We lost in the Northeast American Legion finals and my oldest—my baseball kid—played his last baseball game. Some of these eighteen and nineteen year old boys (men!) have been playing together since they were eight years old. Many are continuing to play in college — but for us, it was was the last at bat, the last throw down to second, the last block behind the plate.
He started playing baseball when he was five. My gratitude for the past fourteen years is immense and my heart is a little broken that it's over.
LOVE my view LLC is about appreciating the days on the sidelines and in the stands, knowing that it won't last forever. The Our tagline is "bringing gratitude back to the game" and I believe in it so deeply.
Even the little things feel like big things when it comes to an end. For many years, especially when he became a catcher at age eleven, he would take a big water jug with him to practices and games and when it arrived back home, it was completely covered in dirt. I would rinse it in the sink and then load it into the dishwasher. I probably did it a thousand times. But I couldn't bring myself to do it on Sunday night. Or on Monday. I let the jug sit on the counter because I knew it was another "last." It seemed ridiculous but also made so much sense. If I didn't wash out the jug, maybe it wouldn't *really* be over. Today is Tuesday and the jug is in the dishwasher.
And that's that.
Thankfully, my middle son's senior football season starts soon—practices in full pads start this week. I'm going to do my very best to cherish every moment —even when his sweaty gear is left on the kitchen counter and I'm tripping over his helmet and cleats.
In other words, I'm going to "LOVE my view" before it's over.
Again.
Check out our soccer and football collections for the fall season. Here's a taste:
