Well son, I'll tell you.........
Live is tough for "normal teens" with the hormones raging, the preparations for the future, classes and friendships.
I don’t know how I made it through MY teen years. Needless to say I really didn’t ONLY have those “usual teen” problems in addition, I was pretty much forced to grow up quickly.
At 16, I was working full time, living on my own, with a roomate and supporting myself in all areas of my life.
My mother dead, a greiving father who didn't know what to do with me and a drug addict/abusive brother who didn't know how to take care of his own family, let alone how to help me.
I've shared this part of my life because I look at my boys and can't imagine them having to bear even a fraction of the pain I had to endure. And I'm glad that it was me and not them.
I feel so bad right now for my oldest. I’ve been in tears because I hurt for him. He’s been playing baseball for 12 years now and has been playing both High School and Babe Ruth for the past two. He’s been conditioning for Varsity since the Fall, I believe he began in October.
Cuts have been made, final cuts were posted yesterday. We drove by the school today to look at the list and to my (well, our) dismay, his name wasn’t on the list. Sigh.
I don’t understand why, and of course he doesn’t either. The roster looks as it has only 11 players on it. About 8 Seniors and 3 Juniors. He is one of the Juniors who didn’t make it.
I thank God that at this age, this is the one of the worst disappointments/hurts that my son has to deal with. I couldn’t imagine my son having to deal with “adult” problems, as I had, at his age.
Regardless, this disappointment still stings. His desire is and has always been to play baseball, he wants to make it to college and beyond playing ball.
His attitude is amazing. Resolving, even as we walked to the car after reading the bad news, to concentrate on his classes and improving his GPA. He’s got a pretty tough schedule, Physics, AP Chemistry & English all in the same term and still one more year to cram at least 6 more academic classes in.
It just hurts to see your children hurt. I just want to hold him and make it all better, but it hurts my arms to reach up high and grab him.
The fact that he looked at me, as the tears were welling up in our eyes, and said “it’s ok mom....it’s OK” makes me believe he’s gonna be just fine.
I don’t know how I made it through MY teen years. Needless to say I really didn’t ONLY have those “usual teen” problems in addition, I was pretty much forced to grow up quickly.
At 16, I was working full time, living on my own, with a roomate and supporting myself in all areas of my life.
My mother dead, a greiving father who didn't know what to do with me and a drug addict/abusive brother who didn't know how to take care of his own family, let alone how to help me.
I've shared this part of my life because I look at my boys and can't imagine them having to bear even a fraction of the pain I had to endure. And I'm glad that it was me and not them.
I feel so bad right now for my oldest. I’ve been in tears because I hurt for him. He’s been playing baseball for 12 years now and has been playing both High School and Babe Ruth for the past two. He’s been conditioning for Varsity since the Fall, I believe he began in October.
Cuts have been made, final cuts were posted yesterday. We drove by the school today to look at the list and to my (well, our) dismay, his name wasn’t on the list. Sigh.
I don’t understand why, and of course he doesn’t either. The roster looks as it has only 11 players on it. About 8 Seniors and 3 Juniors. He is one of the Juniors who didn’t make it.
I thank God that at this age, this is the one of the worst disappointments/hurts that my son has to deal with. I couldn’t imagine my son having to deal with “adult” problems, as I had, at his age.
Regardless, this disappointment still stings. His desire is and has always been to play baseball, he wants to make it to college and beyond playing ball.
His attitude is amazing. Resolving, even as we walked to the car after reading the bad news, to concentrate on his classes and improving his GPA. He’s got a pretty tough schedule, Physics, AP Chemistry & English all in the same term and still one more year to cram at least 6 more academic classes in.
It just hurts to see your children hurt. I just want to hold him and make it all better, but it hurts my arms to reach up high and grab him
The fact that he looked at me, as the tears were welling up in our eyes, and said “it’s ok mom....it’s OK” makes me believe he’s gonna be just fine.
posted by Rebecca at 8:32 PM
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