Monday, June 18, 2007

Field Of Dreams...What you can't imagine, most often comes true

With boys grown and out of the house, my mind slips back, around the corner....

 To those who have dreamed upon the baseball fields, there can be nothing as elegant as the sight of a neatly cropped baseball field, with its white lines tracing a path from the batters box to the green grass of the outfield.

  At the tender age of six, my fisrtborn sons addiction began. I was impressed at the valor he displayed while fielding ground balls that were taking wicked hops right at him! I was impressed with the courage he displayed at swinging at a ball thrown mightly in his direction! I was impressed with his energy scampering around the bases with a hard plastic helmet on his head that wobbled like a wounded wing of a bird!

 It was my greatest pleasure to be able to coach him and the boys in the neighborhood on this field of dreams. Our abundantly eager appetites to play this game, made Spring the most heavenly season of them all! With each new Spring, new lessons were taught, new strategies were added to our arsenal. Curveballs and sliders were tweaked, pickoff moves precisely tuned, and diving catches perfected as we dreamed of snatching victory from the opposition in their last at bat.

  The years rolled along, trophies and team photographs lined our hallway. Our conversations were a mixture of what he learned in school that day and a scouting report of who we were facing in the next game.

  We traveled far and wide to meet the competition. It didn't matter where, just as long as there was a team and a field to play on.

  The final Spring came, his Senior year in High School. We both knew that it was time to put the glove down and concentrate on a college and a career. My heart sank with the final out of his last game.It was a long and fabulous run. In the salt of tears was the sweetness of the memories that I was blessed with.

  A few weeks after that last game,it was time for him to depart for college. The car packed with his belongings,gave me the sinking  feeling of an exodous, not the joyful feeling of an adventure. Before we headed onto the highway, I pulled into the complex of ballfields where he played and I coached. I asked him to come out to the mound with me (he was a pitcher). As we headed out to the mound, I began playing a mini highlight reel of the many years we practiced and played there.The countless hours that we spent dreaming, hoping, laughing.

  We reached the mound and we both looked around, this time, there was no battle to be fought, no stategy to be executed, just a father and his son. I began telling him how proud I was of him. That it was a joy and an honor to have had such a wonderful front row seat to his "field of dreams". I removed a small jar from my pocket and squatted down. My hand cupped some dirt from the mound. I stood up, removed the lid from the jar, and slowly poured the clay dirt into the jar. I gave the jar a little shake, smiled and said "that does it". Continuing with a baseball sized lump in my throat, "Being your Coach all these years gave me a very distinct advantage. Everytime I felt you about to falter, everytime I felt your disappointment with yourself I could call for time out and walk out to this mound. I could come out here and give you the words of reassurance and blow a little wind beneath your wings to carry you through. While you are in college, I won't have that privilige to call "time out". In this jar, I have collected the sand from every field that you have played  and dreamd on. Your dreams are very alive in this jar. Keep this close at hand, let it serve as a reminder to you, of those that love you and will always cheer for you."

  He smiled and read the inscription on the jar's label. "Every Spring there was a new season...a chance for us to watch you on your Field Of Dreams....Always dream!"

...............One the true blessings in life, What you can't imagine will happen , most often comes true.

12 comments:

inafrnz247 said...

(through tears)  What a touching and heartfelt entry...  Your words must have had such a large impact on your son as he ventured off to new and harder things.  How fortunate for you both, that you were able to share so many wonderful moments and memories.

thank you for sharing this beautiful interaction with us.  dreams can come true, can't they?  as long as there is hope, there is always possibility.

Peace n hugs,

Chelle

onemoretina said...

    A beautifully written description of an especially touching time in your life.  And from that description I can tell you that you have a very lucky son.  How blessed he was to have a father who was so dedicated to seeing his son's dreams come true.  I know from your writings, how proud you are of your sons.  I can only imagine the pride they feel at having such a loving and generous father.  Thanks for sharing a very special part of your life.  It was a joy to read.   Tina

nhd106 said...

Do you ever publish your stuff?  You should if you don't....you're that good.

Nancy

ally123130585918 said...

Marc what a lovely entry ~ thankyou for sharing your "Field of Dreams" with us ~ Ally

mariebm56 said...

That was such a beautiful entry, Marc.....you had me in tears.  I think all parents can relate to this entry.  Your boys are very lucky to have a father like you, so full of insight, wisdom & more important.....love~
Happy belated Father's day to one of the best dad's I know!
You are a blessing, Marc!
Now.....get your "Field of Dreams" published!!!!
Glad to see you writing again....missed you~

Your admirer, loyal reader & friend~Marie  Ü

stormypassionzz said...

I once read that the hardest relationship to conquer is that of a father and a son.  Your writings prove that it is possible.  You write so eloquently and express yourself so well.  It's so good to read about a father and son relationship as special as you have with your son's.  I'm happy to say that my son and his dad have a special bond, too. These are things that make a mom happy when she lies down at night.  Belated Happy Father's Day!

Cindy

sdoscher458 said...

Marc, this was beautiful...especially since Father's Day was just here. Everything that you wrote gave me goose bumps, a Dad's relationship to his son's - so very important. I think baseball has been a wonderful way for families to bond. My son Kenji also eas a pitcher and played little league till his late teens. His love of the game continues very strongly. He now works for MLB, doing his second love - artwork and photography..check out Kenjibaseball on Flickr.  Glad to be reading you again....fondly, Sandi

mpnaz58 said...

What a terrific father you are, and that is why your son is a great human being.  You've taught him well.  Be proud...
xoxo ~Myra

rdautumnsage said...

Beautifully serene memories. Your a one of a kind father. I hope you know that, memories like these are what makes our children who they are in this life. (Hugs) Indigo

onmiownnow2 said...

That jar will no doubt be your son's most precious possession.  I think it will help him through most of the rough patches in his life.  He's very lucky to have a Dad like you.  Lisa

tschamberland said...

Ok, so not to joke or make light, but this could be a Kleenex commercial.  What a great memory to share.

Tammy

dizarra said...

OMG That must have been wonderful...sounds like your boy was/is very lucky to have such a Dad! Yes-I remember Little Leadge, and "traveling to and fro" to each game, picking up kids and dropping them off-I was the Mom don't forget-that was my job! But just being there every night, for every game was wonderful!
You had the right idea though-the sand? Wonderful! ~Diane~ http://journals.aol.com/dizarra/StorysFromtheCityTalesFromtheSea/