I have loved baseball for as long as I can remember. I played the game as a kid with friends in the neighborhood. I played organized T-Ball, Coach Pitch, U-10, even played in Europe in Middle School, finally calling it quits after just a couple years of playing in High School. In all those years of playing ball, I never once hit a home run. It never really bothered me...hardly did I think about the fact I had never hit one out. I played a different game anyway; I was fast and played more "small-ball." For those that don't know, "small-ball" can be summed up this way: everything but hitting dingers. As was all the rage in the late 90s and early 2000s, hitting the long ball was the sexiest and most attractive thing to chicks...hence the phrase, "Chicks dig the long ball!" Being in my mid to late teens during the time that phrase was espoused by many of my MLB heroes, I sure as hell believed it! Nevermind the fact that there was a correlation between dudes landing chicks that could hit the long ball, and I, having never hit one in my life...was not landing any (many) chicks in High School...ok, so there may be some truth to the phrase. But, I digress.
Fast forward to 2018. 16 years removed from my high school days, my life has been quite a journey; one I never could have dreamed would have turned out quite like it has. Went to college, earned a commission in the Army, had a daughter, got married, served in Iraq, commanded troops in combat, worked for a Fortune 500 company, got divorced, now I work for a start up company out of Israel.
Along the way, as everyone else in life, I've had my ups and my downs. My successes and my failures; professionally and personally. One of the most profound and defining moments of my life was when I became a father to my little girl. I was 20 years old and my life had changed forever. Although a significant challenge for someone that age, I viewed being a father as the ultimate honor. God had given me a gift! A beautiful little girl that He entrusted to me to help raise and be apart of this amazing, crazy world. It was an incredible responsibility; one I have never taken lightly. That being said, I am not the perfect dad. I have, and continue to, make mistakes. Sometimes big ones. Sometimes little ones. I seek to continue to get better as a father, as a mentor, as a friend; I struggle to find the appropriate balance as she matures into adulthood at times. I don't think my experience in that struggle is unique; I've had a lot of conversations with other parents who have experienced their own trying times with their children. I am simply acknowledging this reality. However, in one of our most recent Daddy/Daughter Dates (D3) we shared a profound moment that I will remember for the rest of my life. I'm not so sure she quite understood just how profound that moment was at the time. On the inside, I was jumping for joy! I mean, fireworks were going off and I couldn't even contain my smile! I'm sure she was confused by my reaction because I think for her, it was a moment where she did NOT feel like it was a winning moment...but it was just that! She had hit a home run and she didn't even know it!!!
I will get into the details of the above moment in my next post, but, I'd like to give credit to a friend of mine for inspiring me to begin this set of posts on my blog. See, I shared the story of the above D3 with this friend. When I was done sharing the story, she then shared something her dad does with her whenever they have moments like the one my daughter and I had. Her dad calls them "Home Run Moments. " She explained that whenever they have a moment like that together, he writes them down so that she can have access to the memories whenever she might need or want them. Her suggestion was that I follow suit and I think she's on to something. So, this is my introductory post on this topic and I hope this will be as enjoyable for my daughter one day as I know it will be for me! I would like to thank my friend for her suggestion, her friendship, and her guidance in this endeavor. Thank you Ginny!