Baseball and Parenting

Cristian not quite grasping the concept of running the bases.

I’m a simple man with simple tastes.  Those who know me will say I love photography, running, a good cup of coffee, Esther, Cristian, and typewriters.  You can add a sense of humor that’s either funny or annoying, depending on who you’re taking to.  If they really know me well, they will also say, warm beer, the Hallmark Channel, college basketball, and winter are not my thing.

The three months between Super Bowl Sunday and the new baseball season are a sad time.  The excitement of March Madness and filling out brackets is lost on me.  After a cold winter one phrase gives me hope, pitchers and catchers report on February 14th.  Some have Punxsutawney Phil, but for me the start of Spring Training lets me know warm weather is coming soon.

Cristian and I at a Father’s Day game

I approach the beginning of a new baseball season with the same excitement of a young child waiting for Santa  Claus on Christmas morning.  Then again the 2019 season starts on March 28th, that’s like putting up Christmas displays on Labor Day Weekend.   My better half and I have taken Cristian to several games since he was a baby, and already have tickets to our first game this season.  I look forward to sharing my love of baseball with him as he gets older.

There are some who feel taking a four-year old to a New York Mets game is cruel and inhumane punishment.  I disagree.  As a Mets fan, he’s learning loyalty and you don’t always get everything you want in life at a young age.  If I wanted Cristian growing up with an overdeveloped sense of self entitlement—I’d take him to Yankee games.

I love baseball and since becoming a father, I noticed the similarities between baseball and parenting.  Teamwork and coaching are important components in both.

Baseball players spend the winter working with personal trainers before arriving at Spring Training complexes in Arizona and Florida.  Countless hours are spent on back diamonds learning new skills and refining existing ones.  Time spent fielding grounders, working on a new pitch, or learning a new position could make a difference when it comes to landing the last spot on a 25-man roster.

It’s the same with parenting.  The past few winters, Esther and I spent countless hours keeping Cristian engaged.  We enrolled him in My Gym classes, after school programs, and taking him to several children’s museums.

Last winter we invested in a Leap Frog DVD 3-pack, that paid dividends.  We spent hours watching the adventures of Tad, Leap, and Lilly, again and again and again.  The result, Cristian knows the alphabet backward and forward and he can read.  That’s not to say there weren’t a few dicey moments along the way.

One evening he proudly shared the newest word he learned with me.  It had four letters, started with F and ended in a consonant.  Worried that he may have learned this new word from Daddy, I asked him to repeat it.  Imagine my relief when he repeated it, adding ribbit ribbit.

I always found baseball to be a metaphor for life.  There is a chance for glory and individual accomplishment but you must never lose sight of the fact that you are part of something bigger than yourself.  My playing days are over, but if I raise a child who grows up to be a quality person, I did my job well.

My reaction when I realized the word was frog.
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7 thoughts on “Baseball and Parenting

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  • April 29, 2019 at 10:47 am
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    it’s sad when people have misconceptions and labels about people’s conditions. Christian is a sweet child and don’t even mind people that give you a side eye because you are taking him to games and doing all that fun stuff.
    I look forward to reading more about Christian’s journey

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    • April 29, 2019 at 10:50 am
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      Thank you Malaika. He’s a great kid and every day is a journey. He’s enjoying it so far.

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  • May 25, 2019 at 8:54 pm
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    I feel you about the Mets issue…we’ve got the Marlins down here in South Florida (and the Dolphins for the NFL), so my son is learning a lot about disappointment and loyalty. By the way, although I’m not a first time dad (my wife and I both have kids from our previous marriages, and we have grandkids), I did have a child with my wife when I was about to turn 47. He’s now 5, and he’s on the spectrum. So we have a lot in common, and like you, I’ve been mistaken for my son’s grandfather. So I’m looking forward to following your blog. God bless!

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    • May 26, 2019 at 8:55 am
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      A Dolphins and Marlins fan? I feel your pain. At least the Dolphins have the potential for something better. Having a child on the spectrum is challenging. We are trying our best to get him the services he needs and trying to figure out all his quirks. He is a great kid though. Thanks for reading! If you hit the subscribe button you can follow this blog and not miss a post.

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