When my 14-year old finished debate season, he and his debate partner, a friend since kindergarten, were proud of their accomplishments, even winning several medals for their verbal banter. When my son excitedly shared he was invited to participate in a special end -of -the season Championship debate at Harvard, I was hesitant about him going. Why? Well, I knew Spring baseball season was starting, so practice/games would be scheduled six days a week, coupled by his challenging academic workload. Plus, he had already debated at Harvard earlier this year. And most importantly, I had a "sick" feeling in my stomach when he told me about going.
I have to share my husband is a die-hard Red Sox fan, sporting commemorative plaques of their Championship wins on our fireplace mantle, vying for space with their Yankee counterparts lined up by my two sons. The rivalry is always a heated dinner table discussion, so my husband, who has never been to the Green Monster, was envious of my son--but, even more, thrilled for him.