Sunrise

sunrise

Last weekend, I was fortunate to spend a few days in Miami. I decided to book one night in Miami Beach, so that my son and I could experience a bit of the South Beach vibe, the unique and historical architecture, and most important, the ocean.

I’m not a fan of swimming in the ocean or lazing at the beach for hours. Between the saltwater and the sand, that finds a way to get into every crevice of the body, it’s not for me. But the sound of the waves and expansive views of the bright blue water really invigorate me. I was drawn to the ocean and how it made me feel.

I’ve always loved sunset over the ocean, when I visited places where the ocean sits to the west of the land. But in Miami, the ocean lies to the east. I woke up early in the morning (I never sleep well at hotels, but that’s for another day), and I walked to the beach to watch the sun come up over the water.

It was spectacular.

I didn’t see the deep colours of pinks or oranges that are hallmarks of sunset, but I did see the sun’s rays beaming through some clouds, lighting up everything they touched.

I walked to the edge of the water and I sat down. People walked by, dogs were running and workmen were setting up loungers. I just sat there and watched the sun rise over the ocean.

Every day, the sun rises.

The start of a new day brings fresh promise of what may lay ahead for us. Staring at the rising sun gave me the sense that I had a special superpower, that each morning I can press refresh. It made me feel excited that with each new sunrise I could achieve anything.

I don’t want to knock sunset. It’s beautiful, and it gives me a chance to reflect on my day. Sunset is that time of day when everything comes to a close, when the body is tired, signalling it’s time to slow down. There is something peaceful in that.

But, sitting on the edge of the ocean, watching the sun push its way up into the sky, I felt energized. Even if I didn’t accomplish half of what I thought I could that day, during sunrise it didn’t matter. Anything is possible at the start of a new day.

Anything is possible at the start of something new. Sunset is synonymous with shutting down and closure. Sunrise, on the other hand, is about starting something new, and fresh and opening new doors that may not have been there the previous day.

I don’t live near the ocean, and I really can’t see sunrise most days, living in the middle of a big and dense city. But I can picture it, and I know what it means to me. I look forward to sunrise each morning. I’m excited about what each new day will bring and how I can be part of it.

Sunrise makes me feel optimistic about the future. I’m ready for whatever that future may be.

He’s Growing Up. Part One.

He's growing up. Part one.

June 19th, 2006. This is a date that I will never forget. Two significant things happened on this date, over 18 years ago. First, that was the date that my beloved Carolina Hurricanes beat the Edmonton Oilers, in 7 games, to win the Stanley Cup. Second, it was the day I learned I was pregnant with my first child, Matthew.

I’m not going to write paragraph after paragraph here about my love affair with the Hurricanes. I did that when I first launched this blog in 2017. You are most welcome to re-read that post. Today I want to journey back to that moment when I first learned about Matthew.

Back in June of 2006 he wasn’t yet Matthew. We didn’t even know that he was a “he.” What we had was “Obie” – short for our baby. I was superstitious and was only focused on doing everything I could to give birth to a healthy child. Months later, Matthew was born. And he was perfect.

So, why am I writing about my son’s birth today, in the middle of November? It’s not his birthday and today he didn’t achieve any specific milestone. But, today was a special day, for Matthew, and for me.

I’m writing from Miami, Florida. Matthew and I flew here on Thursday evening, so that we could spend a few days here to visit potential universities. For me, it’s been a very emotional day, and memories of learning I was pregnant, and his birth, came whooshing back.

He’s growing up. No, he’s not grown up yet, and I don’t know when I will be ready to say that he is a grown-up. I have raised an intelligent, mature and responsible person. He makes good choices, he’s focused on doing well in school and is ambitious. But the little boy, who insisted on his “tzetzi” (pacifier) to be plugged into his mouth at night, or the child who said “merote” instead of “remote” until he was eight, is still there.

On this short trip, it’s just the two of us. We are visiting two schools in the Miami area, both of which offer programs within the discipline he wants to pursue – sports management, analytics and administration. He knows what he wants to do, and he’s known that since he was 10 years old.

It was seven years ago that Matthew and I went on our last mom and son trip together, to Chicago. I took him on a special visit there, to see the Toronto Blue Jays play the Chicago Cubs, and as a bonus, Toronto FC was also in town to play the Chicago Fire (soccer). We got tickets to both. It was a wonderful few days. Little did I know that his visit to Wrigley Field, with its history, rickety seats and funky smells, would be where his love of baseball and career aspirations really took shape.

Over the past seven years, Matthew’s love of baseball grew, as did his love of so many other sports (I won’t whine here about his strict adherence to watching 3 NFL games at once on Sundays!). He dove into the data, the rules, the history and unique aspects of baseball. As he watched games on TV, he considered players’ body angles, running agility and pitch speed. His analytical mind went to places I didn’t know were possible with sports.

He wasn’t just a little boy anymore, who played T-ball or threw the baseball around with his grandmother. Matthew didn’t just watch games on TV or enjoy a Blue Jays game at the ballpark. He was building his future.

As we walked around the university campus today, Matthew looked like he belonged there. Okay, so the palm trees were nice, and the green lawns, warm breeze and blue skies were great. But when we met with an associate dean at the school, that’s when he lit up. He explained how advanced mathematics, along with data analytics, can play a role in baseball. I sat there, in awe, as he told an experienced university academic how math formulas can be solved, not just to throw numbers on a page, but as a path to solve problems.

They engaged in a conversation about the power of data, and how it can help inform decisions but can also be dangerous if not handled responsibly.

It was in that moment, at the university, when it really hit me, that he really was growing up.

Most of his university applications are complete, and in the coming months, Matthew will decide where life takes him next. I am feeling so many emotions – excited and yet scared. Happy but sad. Confident and yet nervous. For him, and for me.

I want my children to dream big, and I want to do everything I can to make their dreams come true. June 19th, 2006 was a big day. So was November 15th,, 2024.

Watch for He’s Growing Up, Part 2, when he goes off to University. 

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