I felt a calling of sorts this morning. The soccer fields were speaking to me. These fields. These wonderful grassy fields were the training grounds for my son's youth career in soccer. The place where my son learned the game, and I learned about my son. I watched him grow up here. I watched him learn the game of soccer, and to love it. These fields hold so many happy memories. So I returned to walk these happy grounds.
Under these lights I watched soccer practices, and soccer games. But more importantly, I watched my son grow up out here. I thought about all those times, and how much I miss them now.
As I walked around the perimeter of each field, I listened to the sounds of children playing on distant fields and imagined I was back in the time when those sounds were familiar to me. I noticed these trophies lying in the grass, somewhere out in an outfield, lying in overgrown winter grass. I thought of all the practices held here and the excitement the kids must have felt whenever one of these babies was cranked out by some kid who never thought he had the power to even get it out of the infield. These baseballs were just too precious to lie out here and get covered up over time. No memories should ever be allowed to get covered up.
My walk, now complete... I stayed to enjoy a soccer game and remembered when it was MY time back then, and those were OUR kids. The faces now different, but the happiness the same. Always the same. And as I prepared to head home and take my memories with me...
I even made a new friend. Yes, it was a very good day.
I felt a calling of sorts this morning. The soccer fields were speaking to me. These fields. These wonderful grassy fields were the training grounds for my son's youth career in soccer. The place where my son learned the game, and I learned about my son. I watched him grow up here. I watched him learn the game of soccer, and to love it. These fields hold so many happy memories. So I returned to walk these happy grounds.
Under these lights I watched soccer practices, and soccer games. But more importantly, I watched my son grow up out here. I thought about all those times, and how much I miss them now.
As I walked around the perimeter of each field, I listened to the sounds of children playing on distant fields and imagined I was back in the time when those sounds were familiar to me. I noticed these trophies lying in the grass, somewhere out in an outfield, lying in overgrown winter grass. I thought of all the practices held here and the excitement the kids must have felt whenever one of these babies was cranked out by some kid who never thought he had the power to even get it out of the infield. These baseballs were just too precious to lie out here and get covered up over time. No memories should ever be allowed to get covered up.
My walk, now complete... I stayed to enjoy a soccer game and remembered when it was MY time back then, and those were OUR kids. The faces now different, but the happiness the same. Always the same. And as I prepared to head home and take my memories with me...
I even made a new friend. Yes, it was a very good day.
Precious moments. They are meant to be shared. Thanks.
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