MIAGD: Make it a great day
Today, a dear friend will celebrate the life of his father before burial.
As we each were going through our recent individual parental-health crises, I likened our similar situations to watching our parents leaving the batter’s box after many years of us being “on deck.”
We’ve stood for years in that chalk-drawn circle warming up for that time when we are called to be “at bat” in the proverbial batter’s box beside home plate.
Today, my friend officially moves up to home-plate.
Nearly two months ago, I was standing in that open grassy area between “on deck” and the batter’s box as my mother’s health rapidly declined. Happily, for us, the little lady, who was the only mom to hit a home run when the team moms played their sons’ championship-winning little league team, took another swing at life, landing another hit out of the park.
As children we cannot wait to advance to the next age/year, or the next grade. “When I’m [this age or in this grade]….”. Or, we cannot wait to walk to the store by ourselves, go to the movies with friends sans parent chaperones, or get our license.
The list is long.
At fifty-three, that list has long been discarded in youth’s dust. I still have my career and life goals, but I no longer wish to advance the remaining years faster than they will arrive. I know better.
Stepping up to the plate is a peculiar phenomena; the circle of life tightens, and we find ourselves staring at our own mortality, just as our parents did with their own parents.
For my friend: today, dust off the plate and step up to it, swinging as fiercely as ever.
Whether you are in the dugout, on deck, or in the batter’s box, swing. Just swing.
And make it a great day!