It's been a very long time since the Phillies earned the title of champion of baseball. It was when my son was three months old. I remember watching the games while rocking him or nursing him or hurrying to change his diaper so I wouldn't miss a play. It was a wonderful time in my life. Not because of the Phillies but because I was holding my tiny son. The Phillies and my son are inextricably bound together in my mind and in my heart.
Here the Phillies are again, back in the limelight for us to celebreate and applaud.. And I find myself feeling somewhat bittersweet about this victory. My son, the one I held so close, is now 28 years and 3 months old. He is a successful young man, very independent and quite able to take care of himself.
Where did those 28 years go? How did they pass by so quickly that I hardly noticed them at all? I lived through the pain of losing people I loved so dearly while basking in finding new friends. Sometimes I feel like I thrived. Other times, . I survived I don't feel any older, maybe a little wiser. Dr. Seuss said it better than I ever could:
"How did I get so old so soon
It's night before it's afternoon.
December's here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did I get so old so soon . . . "
It's night before it's afternoon.
December's here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did I get so old so soon . . . "
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