I teared up as I watched Z walk into Fenway Park for the first time. His eyes were wide as he took in the sites of the field, bright lights and thousands of people. As we walked to our seats I had flashbacks of my first game with my dad over 25 years ago. Tears started rolling down my cheek, this day had been something I had envisioned and waited for since the day I found out I was pregnant. I was so looking forward to the day when I could take my own children to Fenway Park and share my love for the Red Sox with them. Thanks to my dad and sisters the vision was now a reality.....it was truly magic.
Z did not miss a minute of the game (other than bathroom breaks which he timed with Tampa Bay at bats). He was focused, engaged and so very enthusiastic. He watched each pitch, cheered on the strikeouts, hits and runs. He LOVED every minute of the game and my sister, dad and I so enjoyed watching him.
Dinner for Z consisted of his first "Fenway Frank", a pretzel and a giant lemonade (hence the bathroom breaks). He was fascinated that you could buy food right at your seat! Dessert was ice cream that he got on a bathroom run with Chi Chi :) In the fourth inning I bought him a Wally Stuffed animal as a souvenir for his first game. My dad had bought me a Red Sox teddy at my first game and I had to keep that tradition alive. What a smile it brought to my face to see him hug his Wally as I told him about my special teddy bear tucked away in my memory box. He asked, "Can I see it when we get home mom?"
Z sang his heart out during Take Me Out to the Ballgame, loved singing Sweet Caroline and snuggled his Wally through the whole game. At the bottom of the 8th when it was clear that the Red Sox were going to win, my dad asked if we should leave so that we could miss the crowds and get Z home to bed. I shook my head, as did Z, I knew he wanted to hear them play "Dirty Water" at the end of the game. For those of you who don't know, this is a Red Sox tradition if they win :)
When the game ended and "Dirty Water" was playing on the speakers, I smiled at Z. He looked up at me and said, "That was Awesome!" His heart was with mine now, a heart that loves the Red Sox through and through, a heart that will cheer them on through good and bad. Z had such an amazing time and it is hard to say who had more fun. It was a magical night and a memory that I hope that I will hold onto for all the rest of my days. Thanks Dad, Kristen and Laura for making it happen!
Welcome to Raising Z and Lil' C, a little blog all about raising my 6 year old son and my three year old baby girl. I am a former teacher and now a SAHM. I love to write about our journey towards a more simple life, our daily struggles, share cute stories and love to share good ideas when I find them. I hope you will join me on the ups and downs of this journey called motherhood.