Good morning! It has been a while since I have been able to jump on here and share my musings with you. I have been swamped with client and volunteer work, plus school and family, but nevertheless, I wanted to take a moment to wish you all a Happy Hanukkah and start to Advent – even if I am a little late.
Hanukkah is a time symbolic of hope and Advent prepares us for the birth of our savior by reminding us of the importance of patience – all things we need to be more mindful of.
In addition to all of this, I wanted to share my thoughts on the holiday-time as they related to consumerism. Stores are getting increasingly crowded and people are scrambling everywhere to buy gifts for their friends and families while they still can. It is chaotic out on the roads, and frankly, it is not something I am comfortable with. I do not like big crowds and I rather shop for gifts from the comfort of my home. Aside from that, I am one of those people who like getting my friends and family practical gifts. If you are going to fill someone’s house with more “stuff” why not make it something useful.
Today I want to take a moment to share a really cool gift idea with everyone. Rocketbook sent me one of the new Everlast notebooks to give an honest review about, and I am now hooked. In a world obsessed with technology and reducing consumption, this notebook fits the bill. Below is an intro video about the notebook I received, and I do hope you consider gifting it to all your friends and family. This is an amazing product and it is super affordable! For more information and to subscribe to their email list for coupons and special offers, Get Rocketbook Here.
In light of the news that David Wright will be retiring from baseball, I wanted to address something that is very painful for David and me to talk about, and yet the defining line in the sand: his retirement. I have opened up about David’s reason for retiring here and there throughout this blog – or at least I think I have – I honestly can’t remember. My mind may as well be putty with the zillion things I am working on at any given moment of the day. Many of you know that I am getting my Master of Arts in Creative Writing and on that side of things, I am spending a lot of time writing, or more accurately, avoiding writing the hard stuff. As a nonfiction student, my thesis, which may or may not ever see the light of day, is all about David and my life. Baseball is obviously a huge part of our lives and therefore I am writing about everything we have experienced in the past six-plus years – the good, the bad, and the ugly.
By far, the most unbearable part of David’s career was his struggle with injuries. The physical ailments affected his mental state, and we all know the impact psychology has on life, in general. Aside from a minor surgery deemed required while playing at The University of Virginia, David’s body had always been whole. When he started playing professionally at 21, there was no concern for his health. Things changed, however, in May of 2010: he broke his ankle. When he slid into second base, ill-intentioned to break up a double-play that cold evening in Portland, Maine, the trajectory of his life would be forever changed. Although we could have lived without the suffering and whirlwind that followed, it was this moment that sealed our fate.
A few years after the initial injury, David and I found our way to the Lord. That is a whole other story but suffice it to say, had it not be for his injury, we aren’t sure what role God would play in our lives today. From that point on, struggling through his brokenness of body, David admitted praying to the Lord and asking quite specifically:
“Lord, I want to play this game as long as my body will allow. Once I am no longer physically able, please help me to acknowledge it is time for me to retire.”
The rest of his playing career was an uphill battle as David suffered through many more injuries, but the solace within all of the chaos was the time we were able to spend together. We experienced four seasons united as husband and wife, one of which he spent primarily in the big leagues. Despite everything, it is comforting to know that all we endured prepared David for the day he would retire, when he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was his time. His heart, his mind, and his body were all in agreement. Since his retirement, I have asked him if he misses playing and if he wishes he could step in the batter’s box one more time and experience the adrenaline that comes from hitting a baseball. His answer is always a variation of,
“Sometimes, but then I go back to the fact that my body feels broken. There would be no way I could physically go out and play the way I am feeling.”
Fair enough, I concur, it was time for him to move on. But moving on as a player didn’t mean he would give up his passion, on the contrary, he would assume a new role that would afford him the opportunity to mentor young players and develop his knowledge of the game. I like to believe this is what he was destined for. The time David spent playing was preparing him for this career. A career that he was still able to transition into at a reasonable point in his life: twenty-nine. Not too young, not too old, justtttt right. (Like our boys like to say.)
So the injuries and the struggles, they hurt like heck to talk about, they bring about terrible memories, and yet without those struggles, without those pivotal experiences, we wouldn’t be where we are today. Since he was a little boy he dreamed of playing into his forties, but we learned the hard way the rarity that is. Sometimes, okay often, I lose sight of what an accomplishment it is for him to have been drafted to play professionally, let alone play in the big leagues. These are all things we must celebrate, but instead, we kick ourselves when we are down. We focus on the things we didn’t accomplish, the mistakes we made, instead of celebrating our successes, no matter how small.
Life is about perspective. A quick adjustment in how you look at things has the ability to change not only your life but the world.
Lastly, David is by no means in the minority of players who struggle with pain on a daily basis. There are many many more guys that go out and play every day and push through their own pain. Most don’t complain because it is of no use to them. In fact, complaining can actually hurt their careers, so they bite their tongues and fight through the discomfort; this is just part of the game, par for the course.
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Today the boys got their first look at daddy managing a baseball game. Although we only made it through about three innings because of the Florida heat, and the boys weren’t entirely sure why daddy wasn’t playing, it was a milestone for us! This is David’s second year coaching and first year as a manager. We are still getting adjusted to life away from playing, but this new adventure has been a blessing to our family. (more…)
I wrote this poem on June 27th, in memory of my nephew, Anthony, who my family lost on the 23rd, just a few days shy of his 22nd birthday. Even as I write this, it doesn’t seem true.
Anthony, was my brother, Ricky’s, only son. He was my father’s first grandchild. This loss has been devastating for the entire family. Despite the funeral being in the past and having seen his body in the casket, I still wake up every day in disbelief. I dream with him and of him; my mind doesn’t rest, thinking of him nonstop. I still feel like his death occurred in another realm, one that isn’t real. How could he be gone? The only comfort I have is that he is with God. I know that God held him in his arms from the moment of the accident. Part of me is holding onto the belief that Anthony is one of the lucky ones – those chosen to be with God at a young age. As in Billy Joel’s song, “Only The Good Die Young,” ironically an anti-Catholic song.
IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY & I CAN’T REST MY MIND
Today you would have turned twenty-two
Unbelievable. A life lost, far too soon.
My thoughts are shifting, rambling, begging –
We must be living an alternate reality.
I’ve never lost someone so young, so close.
My nephew, you were a brilliant mind, sharp and bright
The pain, the hurt, I ache for your father – my brother –
your sister, your mother – oh your mother –
The pain of losing a child, the greatest pain of all
I need a respite from the unending loop playing in my head.
Who, What, When, Where, How?
The questions answered, yet a blankness looms so great.
I raise my head above the darkness by looking at the light.
Angels are dancing all around you and holding you tight.
Hi everyone! For a while now, I have considered My Serendipitous Life as a Baseball Wife a retired blog. But the truth is, I never stopped being a baseball wife. David retired from playing baseball after the 2016 season with the Blue Jays and he jumped in head first to coaching. He is in his second season as a coach with New York Yankees’ Player Development and WOW, are there a lot of differences between playing and coaching! To say that the last few years have been an adjustment would be an understatement. That being said, I think David is exactly where he is supposed to be. I have decided that I want to pick up where I left off and continue blogging about our life in baseball and I hope that you will join me.
Since I have been silent for the last few years, I will have to reminisce a bit and give you some backstory until I can catch up fully to where we are in our current experiences. I really do hope that you will stick with us through our evolution. In order to grow this blog, however, I have decided to branch away from WordPress.com and create my own self-hosted blog which you can follow at www.MyLifeAsABaseballWife.com.
If you will notice, I dropped Serendipitousfrom the title. Although I love the word serendipity, it just doesn’t align with my beliefs anymore. I believe a lot more in fate than I do serendipity and so it seems appropriate to drop the word altogether and stick to My Life As A Baseball Wife.
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I found this beautiful quote by an unknown writer:
“Our Family is a circle of strength; Founded on Faith, Joined in Love & Kept by God, Together…Forever.”
In my last post I outlined five topics that I was going to touch on throughout this blog and today I felt compelled to start with Faith and Family. So what does Family mean to me? In short, I believe our family is comprised of the people that we love.
The above is a rather simplistic explanation so let me elaborate. In my opinion, a Family is a tight unit joined, not only by blood and love but by a commitment witnessed by God. We live in an ever-evolving world with relentless sensory overload. Because of this, it is so easy to get caught up in the things of this world and forget the things that are most important. This is why I believe that in order for a family unit to exist in harmony, it must share the same morals and values that subsequently fuel it to thrive. This is why the quote above resonated with me so deeply. We all know there are dysfunctional families out there – we all have them – but when our family unit is not held together by something greater than our own self-interests, chaos and disjointedness can ensue.
In the case of my family, we follow one God – Jesus Christ. He guides our beliefs, and therefore, our morals and values. He is the foundation of our family and our faith in Him is what gives us the strength to respect one another as individuals, but also as a unit.
Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate. Matthew 19:6
We will forever be together – in this world and in the next.