I was six
years old and I was doing what I loved best.
I was watching the Yankees take on the Twins in the Humbert H. Humphrey
Metrodome. We were fortunate to be able
to make this trip often. Somewhere in
the middle of the game my dad reached over to me and asked me to step a few
rows down and ask a certain gentleman for his autograph. Being the lovely and abiding son that I was,
I obliged to his request.
I didn’t
know the guy, but he quickly pulled me up on to his lap and began a
conversation with me. I can’t recall our
conversation, but he eventually wrote the following on my program;
To Travis
A future Yankee
From his pal
George Steinbrenner.
Pretty cool huh? Well actually he never did call me. I never put on the Yankee uniform and I never
stepped out onto the famous grounds of Yankee Stadium. It would have been a dream come true for me to one day play for the Yankees or to step foot on the field wearing the Yankee jersey. In reality, I had many dreams as a kid as I'm sure you did as well.
When I was in grade school, I dreamed of
playing professional basketball. I
played basketball in my driveway pretending I was the next Michael Jordan. I attended camp after camp. The first and last thing I did every day was
shoot baskets. In all honesty, I slept
with a basketball. The dream was real in
my mind and it gave me a great deal of purpose in my childhood.
I really got to thinking about all of
this, over the past weekend. I took my two
boys to the Yankees and Twins games in Minneapolis. I just remember how special these trips were
to me and I wanted that same thing for my boys.
On Friday afternoon before the game we were able to take a tour of
Target Field. It was an awesome
experience. At one point in time, I snapped
the photo below.
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| Tayten (7) on left. Jeter (5) on right. |
This picture reminds me so much of my
childhood. I knew the feeling that was
going through them as they looked out over the field. I felt that same thing years ago. We eventually were able to get close to the
Yankee dugout and obtain a few autographs.
The kids were on cloud 9. Tayten
later told me, that when he’s out on the field he will throw me a ball and sign
an autograph for me. I knew at that
moment that a dream was brewing in his heart.
The moral of all of this is that dreams
are vitally important to our children.
No matter how big the dream is, we need to encourage our kids. I know
that my children drive me crazy from time to time, but that is what they are
supposed to do. I know this because
this is what my mother told me. No
matter the circumstance we need to fuel the dreams of our children. We need to let them experience setbacks. We need to guide them and encourage them, but
not necessarily point the way. I’m a big
fan of the GPS and compass analogy.
Rather than giving our kids a GPS which shows them the way, give them a
compass and let them find their own way.
But don’t be a dream killer. Don’t knock their dreams down, and (along
that same token), don’t give up on your dreams.
Who said you had to be a kid to dream?
We all have dreams. Dreams
drive us. Faith guides us. Fear nothing and give everything. You can. It’s that simple. Anything is possible.
I will never be that parent that lives
through his children, but I will be that parent that gives his kids every
opportunity possible to experience life.
It is through these opportunities that my children will be able to dream
big and dream often. They may never get
a call from the Yankees, and that is completely fine. But they will get a call someday. A dream will become a reality. No matter the shape or size of the dreams, some
will become reality, while others not so much.
Be there to celebrate those that become realities, and be there to
provide support and guidance for those that don’t.
Whatever you do, be a dream driver and not a dream killer. Don’t believe all the hype about grounding
your children in reality. The reality
is, they will learn and feel as they go.
Just be a support. Love them
unconditionally. Support your children in
their dreams. If possible expose them to
as many opportunities as possible.
If they want to sleep with a basketball
in their hands – let them J
