There is one store in town, that we go to before trying any other to buy my son’s baseball gear, and this weekend was their preseason sale. A sale, that can’t be missed if you want to start the season out right. Today, as I stood at the counter, VISA in hand watching my son place his soon to be new things on the counter it felt bittersweet. This is one more in a series, of lasts that has been taking place since he signed his letter of consent. First it was his last free few weeks in August, followed by the start of his last year of High School, with last season of Fall ball closely following.
At $312 for spikes, turf shoes, batting gloves, lizard skin and a new arm sleeve, I know I’m getting away cheap. And you would think that I would be celebrating, the fact that next year I wouldn’t be pulling out my VISA card to start the baseball season. But, like all the other “lasts” that seem to be coming faster and faster as Grade 12 speeds by, I’m feeling a little misty eyed. It is hard knowing, that at this same time next year, he’ll be living in a dorm and not needing mom as much and never will again.
