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I bet you thought this was a football post.
I just took my longest drive as a softball parent and coach this past weekend. You see I delivered my youngest to college. She has decided to become a nurse and continue to play softball.
We had "Bawl Fest" at my house last Thursday night as all my daughters closest friends stopped in to say one last goodbye before they all departed to different schools. She was the first of the four to leave. The good part for DD is that her closest softball friend decided to attend the same school but not play.
On Friday the wife, Son and I along with the parents of DD's best friend packed them up and delivered them to the university.
It was a busy weekend moving them into an apartment and making sure they had what they needed to hit the ground running. All of that and having to attend orientation classes for both students and parents.
By last night we were all pretty much mentally and physically exhausted by the experience. Then came the big goodbye. Dad and Mom out the door. Of course the DD didnt want us to leave and mom was in tears and I think you understand the scene.
As we made the 2 1/2 hour drive back home I had some time to reflect on the journey that brought us to this point. It is hard to explain the emotion tied to this from a fathers perspective when you have sat on a bucket with your daughter throwing balls at you for hour after hour. Then coaching her and watching her grow as a person.
It is hard to let go but let go you must.
At the end of the drive both the wife and I felt pretty good about the journey and the destination. With the realization that the longest drive really wasnt the one we took this past weekend.........................
Elliott
I just took my longest drive as a softball parent and coach this past weekend. You see I delivered my youngest to college. She has decided to become a nurse and continue to play softball.
We had "Bawl Fest" at my house last Thursday night as all my daughters closest friends stopped in to say one last goodbye before they all departed to different schools. She was the first of the four to leave. The good part for DD is that her closest softball friend decided to attend the same school but not play.
On Friday the wife, Son and I along with the parents of DD's best friend packed them up and delivered them to the university.
It was a busy weekend moving them into an apartment and making sure they had what they needed to hit the ground running. All of that and having to attend orientation classes for both students and parents.
By last night we were all pretty much mentally and physically exhausted by the experience. Then came the big goodbye. Dad and Mom out the door. Of course the DD didnt want us to leave and mom was in tears and I think you understand the scene.
As we made the 2 1/2 hour drive back home I had some time to reflect on the journey that brought us to this point. It is hard to explain the emotion tied to this from a fathers perspective when you have sat on a bucket with your daughter throwing balls at you for hour after hour. Then coaching her and watching her grow as a person.
It is hard to let go but let go you must.
At the end of the drive both the wife and I felt pretty good about the journey and the destination. With the realization that the longest drive really wasnt the one we took this past weekend.........................
Elliott
?The biggest adjustment I had was not having my Dad at every game--there was no looking over anymore to see what the heck I was doing wrong or just to smile when I got a girl on a change up. ?Instead, it was calling him to give him a play by play, pitch by pitch analysis. ?I learned quickly how much it meant to have him (and my mom) at my games; I actually think I was even nervous the first time they came to one of my collegiate games!! ?