This past month my oldest son started another football season in not only a new town but a new state, which of course puts us on a completely new team. And I’m struggling. “Traitor, traitor, traitor,” my head chants every time I give a cheer or shout of encouragement. The kids seem nice, even the parents are fine. It’s just not the same. And I know it’s not their fault. The camaraderie we felt for our past team came from playing six seasons together. Yet, my heart still wants what I once had. My son is missing his old teammates too. Assimilating into a new group of boys is hard, especially when they’ve all grown up together and you’re the new guy from out of town.
I’m sure each of us have either faced this dilemma or will in the future, since the only thing constant and guaranteed in this life is change. We can’t go back. We must forge ahead. That’s why it’s important to recognize and appreciate those special moments as they happen. There’s a good chance they might not last forever.