Last night was the first time I started feeling like I had the "blues" since COVID started. The irony is I got the feeling after an evening with friends, something a few friends started doing the last few week. Three of us (plus one guy I just met through these two friends) get together for a backyard fire and a few drinks, just to hang out and break the motonoy.
The conversation last night hit me for some reason, and I can only explain because there are a number of factors all adding up together. Taken individually, they all mean little to nothing.
They all have kids going into 9th grade (two of them another younger kid). My youngest is going to be a senior, and his brother is going to college as a freshman this fall (I also have a step daughter out of college). Listening to them talk about the baseball season that just started around here reminded me not only that my days of watching my kids play baseball are over (neither of my boys played this summer, though they both had the opportunity. They just haven't enjoyed it the last couple of years). But also, while it has been the case for a few years, I'm reminded that my days of coaching my boys is over. I have coached
with them a couple of years, but its just not the same.
Long story short, I can see the days of being empty nesters coming on the horizon.
Another part of the conversation, as we are all fathers of sons, related to what one of them had recently taught his son about something or other. That got to me thinking, adding to the fact that my days of being a daily father are nearing the end, all of the things I haven't taught my own sons that I should have, and all the mistakes I've made as a father.
Add in the fact that COVID and being done as a coach leaves me with a lot of free time. For a while, that was all fine and good. But now, it's not that I'm bored, more that I find my evenings (when we don't do a family activity), meaningless and a waste of time.