My husband loves baseball. I mean REALLY loves baseball. He’s happy that I love baseball too. We watch and analyze, cheer and lament. We talk about our teams and players like they are our family. Families are like baseball teams, at least mine is as big as one.
I think any good team starts with its management. For families, of course , that would be the parents. In my family the “team” started 60 years ago. Young and full of hope and potential, they said “I do”. I often wonder how much of their future was planned verses life just happens? Did they actually PLAN to have 9 kids?
Each player -kid- on the team has a role, a purpose. The oldest/veteran breaks in the management, paves the way for the future players. As others are introduced, the dynamics change. Trying to adjust to the new lineup, so to speak, roles are defined. Each person has their worth. What good is it if everyone is a pitcher? Who would catch for you? Who would be your outfield backing you up? Each one has a job on the team and together they work toward a common goal.
As with any team/family, there comes a time to shake things up, move on to another team. In a family the kids grow up, maybe get married, start their own team. Sometimes the kids leave on less than amicable terms and it’s a mutual parting of the ways. Their time and purpose completed for that team, off to the next step. There are times too, when as much as one would like to stay in that comfort zone ,it is time to take that leap of faith and go for it.
Twenty years ago I started my own team. Excited for the future, unsure of what would come next. Am I any less a part of the original team? Was my time there dismissed when I moved on? Not at all. I had my role on that team; moms favorite, though she will say the same about all her kids, and truly mean it about each one. We don’t always get it right, some times we strike out. But, as in baseball, one inning doesn’t make the whole game. Sure, one bad inning can devastate THAT game, there are 161 games to follow.
I wouldn’t trade my team for anything in the world. Hopefully I learned something from the best managers out there, and can pass that on to my young players. I do know one thing- When you step up to the plate, life may throw you a curve. Stand in there, take a swing, you never know- you may just hit it out of the park.