The Drives

When you have kids involved with sports you spend a lot of time in the car together.  Most parents also spend a lot of time complaining about the long drives.  I have a bit of advice for you.  Enjoy it while you can.

Kevin played club soccer.  This necessitated long drives all over New England.  Ludlow, Amherst, Hopkinton, Kingston, Epping, you name it.  I’m pretty sure his last year in MAPLE my car could drive itself up to Lancaster on autopilot.

There was this one little ritual.  As we took the exit from 495 to Rt 2 on the way up to the MYSA fields it was always time to gear up.  Shin guards, tape, socks and those red cleats, always red.  By the time we made it to the exit he was ready to go.  Drew played Districts up there one summer and adopted the same ritual (minus the red cleats).

We had some great talks on those rides.  Nothing earth shattering mind you, but we had time to get to know each other in a way we wouldn’t have had.  Truth be told, I savored that time.  It was a great time to bring things up for discussion without it feeling like a lecture.  I knew he’d be heading off to college and to eventual independence.  I knew that in years to come we’d recall those rides and those games fondly over holiday dinners.

As things turned out I’m forced to recall those drives and those games alone now.  It’s sad, but at the same time those memories are even more special.

So I warn you, complain if you must, but in your heart, savor those moments.  No matter what happens that time slips by a whole lot faster than you think.


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I'm a sad dad.
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