With Mother’s Day upon us I started to reminisce about so many times that my mother has made a huge impact in my life. She has always been my biggest supporter and when it came to the Mets she knew how important it was to instill the love of this team in our lives. She made sure that we were at almost every home weekend game in the early 1980’s. Shea Stadium was kind of our safe haven. Things at home weren’t that good, but by my mother felt that Shea offered us an escape from the norm and a time to just have fun and smile again.
I wanted to post a story that was published in the February 2011 issue of the MLB Insider Magazine, who allowed me to share my memory of a great night at Citi Field with another huge Mets fan, my mother. This is my story:
In September 2009, my wife, son and I traveled from our home in Florida to visit family in Brooklyn, NY. When we arrived my stepfather Joe surprised us with six tickets to a Mets game.
Ever since I can remember, I have been a Mets fan. It started with my mother buying me my first Mets hat at the age of two and then taking my sister Vanessa and I to games at Shea Stadium. We went to games when the Mets were really bad in the early 80’s, but it didn’t matter because we were all together. Shea Stadium was our place of refuge, a place where we could build memories together.
When the Mets won the World Series in 1986, my mother made sure we were up bright and early so we could be at the ticker-tape parade. Joe even suggested that we get there around 7:00 am, a good three hours before anyone arrived. Good thing we went early, though, because we had a front row spot for the parade.
But, on this wonderful night in September 2009, it marked two milestones: the first game that I attended with my mom since the Mets lost a playoff game at Shea Stadium to the Dodgers in 1988 (the game when Mike Scioscia hit his famous home run off of Dwight Gooden), and also my first Mets game with my 3-year old son, Christopher. Additionally, it was also our first visit to the club’s beautiful new home, Citi Field.
It was a great night of reminiscing, talking with my mom about our memories and making new ones with my son.
Writing this story brought back so many memories with my mother and how baseball was just a huge part of our lives. She always made it a point to be at my little league games, I could see her behind the plate excited to see me playing the game I love. My mother knew what we needed when times just seemed so hard and instilling the love of a team in our lives was just what the doctor ordered.
Being able to visit Citi Field for the first time and having my mother there with me made the night extra special. I can’t remember if the Mets won that night, but in my mind, it didn’t matter because the night was a huge hit and a victory in our family.
I thank my mother for introducing me to the Mets, and for taking the time to take us to games even when they didn’t count. But in her mind each game was important because she watched her children grow and survive one of the hardest years of our lives while rooting for our favorite team.
I want to wish my mother a Happy Mother’s Day and thank her for always supporting my life decisions. I am who I am because of how she raised me and I will continue the tradition with my children that my mother started with us. The Mets mean more to my family than just being a baseball team.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mother’s that sacrifice their lives to raise their children. You are all extremely appreciated.