Our First Game of Catch

Yesterday I had a Daddy date with Luik. I remember such outings with my own father very fondly.

But today’s was special because he got his first baseball glove.

I only ever played one season of Babe Ruth Baseball growing up. Spent it in right field, when I did get off the bench. But I’ll never forget countless games of catch in the front yard with my Daddy.

I could care less if he plays a single season, I just like looking in his face and throwing a ball together.

I’d love to hear about one of your parent-related memories growing up. ch:

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  • Daddy H

    I love this story and pictures of Luik,Christopher. And we had so many great catches,didn’t we? And it was the look on your face too… Remember the day that I took you to the big Love Inn hill with your new two wheeler bike? I get you perched on the seat and would get you started & push you down the hill,running alongside to help you balance..You would go a little farther each time.Over and over we did this.But you learned how to ride and pedal and steer your new bike in one afternoon on that soft grassy hillside! I was so proud of you.As we trudged up the hill for the last time,you said,”Daddy,this is the greatest day in my whole entire life!” Sweet memory….daddy

    • I remember that as clear as yesterday! It felt like I was flying. And I’ll never forget you helping me; it was the best!

      Thanks for playing catch, Daddy. It meant and still means the world to me. You taught me how to be a father.

  • kathy

    I remember sitting with my great grandma in our house we had made a small apartment for her and drinking tea she always made when i came in to visit with her and her teaching me how to do needle point and crocheting, she was such a patient and kind woman and i remmber that well she always encouraged me no matter how mant mistakes i made. love those memories.

    • Beautiful memory! Love the patience and encouragement of the previous generation. I need that!

  • Sue Kenney

    I remember when we were young, our family game was badminton. Oh, never with a net, although we did have a line for the middle of the field. And rules were pretty flexible. But we had great fun and lots of exercise chasing that silly birdie. Sometimes, when he wasn’t too tired from work, Dad would play with us. I don’t recall that his talents at badminton were much better than ours – but it was such a great feeling to have him join in with us kids. I think Mom even played once or twice; mostly she just looked on and shook her head, and occasionally took someone inside to bandage up a bleeding knee or elbow. Dad worked a lot, so times like these, with him playing with us, were rare and very precious.

    • What a great memory! I know what you mean about having dad join in and the resulting added-value. How many kids were you?

  • Stephen Byers

    My son Jason wants to play quarterback so bad this year so I have run about 1,000 routes so he could practice throwing to people while they run. Turns out it is great exercise.

    • Fatherly memory building with a cardiovascular side effect…who woulda’ thunk it! 🙂 You’re such a great father, Stephen.

  • Christian Fahey

    Priceless, both this and your own “catches” with your father. Instantly, it takes me back to 1970 (when my own love affair with the national pastime began). Many happy returns C.

    • I was -9 in 1970.

      • Christian Fahey

        LOL I wasn’t much older than that….

        • By “not much,” you mean…

          • Christian Fahey

            +6.5 years LOL Also I remember fondly teaching my girls how to play baseball. Kept telling them “Don’t throw like a girl!” (And they got it!) 🙂

          • Ha ha, priceless.

            I can testify to your girls throwing like boys! Good training. 🙂