1st baseman, Eric Hosmer, got traded from the Kansas City Royals to the San Diego Padres. To some this may just be a blurb they see run across the bottom of the screen while they watch Sports Center, to many it may not be something that even matters to them at all. To me, it is a painful reminder of the passage of time and my children growing up.
I have a picture of my oldest son from when he was about a year old standing at the TV watching a Royals game. That was the start of a love affair with the game of baseball and the Kansas City Royals. He was 8 years old when Eric Hosmer started playing for them. Countless visits to Kauffman Stadium and a closet full of Hosmer shirts later, he took his love of the game to the field himself. He even wore #35 as a homage to his hero. There was not a day that he was not in the yard tossing, catching, pitching, hitting. Sometimes for hours. His face glowed when he entered the dugout with his own team and a sense of joy exuded from him as he took the field time and time again. The Royals winning the World Series is one of the highlights of his life. Games at the K with his grandpa were a common occurrence.
An elbow fracture turned weekends away at tournaments into half a season sitting out with an injury. Although the fracture healed, his joy and love for the game was damaged irreparably. A fear of re-injury mentally took him out of the game. Pair that with several players from the World Series team getting traded as their contacts came up and you have the end of an era for him as well as the Royals. Fast forwards to where we are now: Hosmer getting traded was the nail in the coffin. He decided not to even go out for his high school team this year: the love is just not there anymore.
I’m ok with it in a lot of ways. We all grow and change over time and our interests grow and change as well. I just wish, as a mom, I would have been more aware of my surroundings and enjoyed his love for baseball more than I did. I kind of just assumed it would always be there. The crack of a bat will alway stir memories and emotions deep within me as I remember that my little boy is nearly a man now and the baseball pants have been washed and put up for the last time.