"My son turned ten just the other day. He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today, I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed, Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.You know I'm gonna be like him."
I make every effort I can to be at my kid's events. Whether it's an Honors Assembly or field trip with Ciera, or one of Rakes' soccer games. Even when I'm in the hell known as Furniture Market. So with my brother-in-law Keith's permission, I ducked out around 15 minutes early today and drove the 40 minutes home to catch my 2 foot tall version of Pele wreak havoc on the soccer field.
He only scored once tonight, but he had a blast, slapped me a high five when he scored, and only kept kicking the ball after the whistle blew 3 times. Progress and all that.
Would I have rather caught the first inning of the Sox game? If you'd asked me at 6:55, I'd have said yes. After screaming myself horse for 30 minutes? No freaking way.
'Cause there is no way I EVER want this part of that classic Harry Chapin song to come true:
"I've long since retired and my son's moved away. I called him up just the other day. I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time. You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu, But it's sure nice talking to you, dad. It's been sure nice talking to you." And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me, He'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me."
I figure it'll be my time in around 17 years. Right now? It's my little girl's and the 2 Tazmanian Devils.
And that's OK with me.
I'll leave you with a picture of Trot, Rakes, and my Yankee buddies son, Ryan. He's a good kid and it's not his fault his Dad is leading him down a bad road. Plus, I figure hanging out with my two can't hurt.
Ang already has had him eating off a Red Sox plate.