For the last 16 years, our family life has revolved around youth sports: a seemingly endless calendar of practices, games and out-of-town tournaments.
Soccer, baseball, lacrosse, basketball, track, cross-country – our two boys have done it all.
A friend at work once warned me that one day it all would end. Dad-to-dad, he said, life would feel empty for a while.
I nodded for a second and processed the unhappy thought. Then I immediately launched into a description of a game from the night before.
Now, years later, I know what he meant. It’s like the moment you step off a roller coaster and your knees vibrate. I’ve been feeling curiously unsettled for the last few weeks.