Over the last week, Jonny and I have been agonizing over whether or not we can manage to have Gabe and Keats play travel baseball next season. In addition to the big commitment it requires, their team will travel to Cooperstown next year, and so will our entire family if we sign on. We’re trying to figure out whether or not we can manage it, and totally losing sleep over the whole thing. We want to do what is best for the boys and don’t want them to miss out on opportunities, but it’s hard to know just how much we should sacrifice, since any sacrifice made ultimately affects the whole family. I mention it here because I think that one day Jonny and I may look back at this time and laugh at how much we worried over the whole thing and how overwhelming it felt. I called a friend for advice over the weekend, and she actually laughed out loud because she is knee deep in a similar decision making process right now. Maybe some of you will understand too.
Sunday afternoon I was desperate to get out of the house and just be outdoors, somewhere that we could escape all the nonstop going round and round about it all. We had limited time and chose to spend an hour at the river. When we arrived there was a collective groan as our kids realized that the water was much higher than we were expecting. They made the best of it though, the little ones staying close to the shore and everyone helping each other. I think that is what struck me most when I started looking through these photos, the teamwork, the togetherness. All of our kids were looking out for each other. This might sound corny, but that really gives me hope. The dynamic at home is not always as positive and that is putting it mildly. I think it is so important that we spend time away from home together, even if it’s just an hour at the river on a Sunday afternoon. Rivalries are abandoned, grudges forgotten. It’s just us and the outdoors, no worries.