Or maybe I should say so long til later, because it's not like we're never going to see him again. Today we bid Coach C farewell as he heads off to Georgetown Law School. We're proud of him and excited to see him pursuing his dreams to the fullest.
When we first met Coach C back in April 2011, none of us had any inkling of the wonderful friendship we were about to be blessed with. I was simply hoping for a decent baseball coach for my kid. What I got was so much more. Coach C was certainly a fabulous coach. He also became a true friend to all of us, a treasured member of our family. Hubby and I often joke that he's our honorary fourth kid. To J he has been coach, mentor, friend, and brother, always encouraging, pushing, and challenging him to pursue his dreams. He's been a terrific role model to all the kids, always showing them kindness and love, even while arguing endlessly with N. N loves to match wits with him and Coach C is always happy to oblige. And he remains A's hero, the object of her first crush, and without a doubt one of her favorite people in the world.
Together the six of us have enjoyed baseball games, dinners, chess games, debates, laughs, and good times. I think we're all going to miss being able to get together on a more regular basis. But I'm confident there will be a lot more memories made. After all, roads were meant to be traveled, and this friendship got it's start traveling to baseball tournaments. So even though things will forever be different with Coach C at Georgetown and J at BAC, it doesn't mean they'll be any less special. Our boys have bright futures ahead of them and I'm so grateful to get to see them achieve the greatness I know they're destined for. I have no doubt they'll make us all proud.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
The time has come. In approximately twelve hours, hubby and I will be driving J up to North Carolina to college. All the plans have been made, his stuff has been packed, goodbyes have been said. All that's left to do is make the trip. Move in day is Friday, followed by orientation weekend. We are staying until Sunday, then it will be time to hug my little boy tight one last time before leaving him to begin this exciting new chapter in his life. He may be 18 and college bound, but he is still my little boy. The same little boy who was born with a sweet disposition and a heart of gold. The little boy with the big dream that he never gave up on. The same little boy who gets to live the next stage of that big dream now. He's ready, a bit nervous, but so excited to get on the field. To prove himself worthy of the opportunity he's been given. In his heart, he's already a Crusader, ready to give his whole heart to this new team he'll be a part of. So even though my heart is full of tears, I can't truly be sad. I know he's doing what he was meant to do, where he was meant to do it. And even though I'm not a t-shirt girl, I'll wear my Crusader baseball mom t shirt with pride. Because once upon a time, my little boy told me he was going to be a baseball player. And he did it. He became a baseball player, never letting anything deter him from his dream. He's made it to college ball. Who's to say the pros aren't right around the corner. My tortoise is winning his race, slow and steady, one game at a time.