I am in charge of the snack bar for our league. His game started at 5:00pm. The same time the snack bar opens. I was showing volunteers what needed to be done before I went out to watch the game.
He was the first batter. I heard a loud eruption of cheers and people in line for the snack bar saying "where is she?". I knew they meant me and that I had just missed something really good. I ran out of the snack bar to see my son pass over home plate. I started to cry. I knew he was going to be so upset if he knew I missed his first "real" home run. I then saw his older brother hooting and hollering for him and knew all would be OK. Older brother almost always misses his games because of his High School baseball schedule, but tonight he was there cheering on his little bro with some of his High School friends. I could see the joy on my little mans face that his big brother had been there to see it. I felt a little better.
Shortly after my little man crossed home plate I heard some of the parents laughing. They were laughing at my husband. He was coaching third base when our son hit his "bomb" and I guess the astonishment, joy, and disbelief that passed over his face all at once was very moving and a little amusing. The parents talked about that for quite a while, they all thought it was very sweet.
I am still sad this morning, and I just can't shake the feeling. I think my sadness stems from the knowledge of how fast they really do grow up. It seems like his brother was 8 only a moment ago and now he is almost a full grown man. A moment in time I missed? Yes. I know there will be many others that I will get to share with him and the other children. However, today (for just a little while) I am going to mourn that one little moment that I just can't ever get back.