While I was out of town last week, I got an urgent phone call from my son. I was in a restaurant waiting for our meal to come when I got the call. He doesn’t usually call me when I’m out of town and rarely has much to say if I try to talk to him when I call home during business trips. But this night was special.
He told me he had his first home run in a baseball game. I was so proud of him! It helped his team win the game. I could hear the excitement in his voice– it was one of the few times he was really thrilled about his performance in a game. I was disappointed that I missed his milestone because I was out of town. Sometimes that’s just the way it goes.
Two years ago, the same thing happened to a father whose son was on our all-star team. We were in a tournament and his son hit not one, but two, balls out of the park that night. He loved to see his son play baseball and we all felt bad for him that he missed the milestones that night.
I’m leaving Tuesday for another business trip and my son has a game that night. I told him to get another home run for me. I’ll miss a second game this Friday when I’m on my way home, so I’d better order up a home run for that game too. I’m sure he’ll hit a home run when I’m watching– if not in the regular season, then maybe in the all-star season. We have a lot of games ahead of us this summer.
