Franklin Youth Baseball
We’re approaching the terminus of my boys’ third and first grade years and I’m turning back the dial in my mind on how quickly we got here. They say time flies when you’re having fun—but I suspect there are additional catalysts at play.
Maybe it was the rain, which felt almost scheduled to arrive each weekend. Or was it the cold that hung on just a little too long, as if winter hadn’t shaken us quite yet. It is New England after all and the weather is fickle.
Maybe it was the pace of our days; stacked schedules, quick meals, and that blur between bus stops and Slack and Teams messages.
Or maybe it was just life, moving faster than I remember when I was a kid.
If there was any respite from how quickly the minutes, hours—even weeks—seem to pass, it is the afternoons and morning spent watching the boys play spring ball.
It’s funny to consider the sport of baseball, cheered for as America’s pastime,” an apt way of focusing on the moment, to be present and out of mind of deadlines, but for Jess and me, that’s exactly what it became: a reason to stop, to pay attention, and to just watch our kids figure it out on the field.
They say time flies when you’re having fun.
