Today I was working from a desk at the office overlooking a small field. I saw a father and son practising baseball pitches.
I looked up from my work every now and then, and for about an hour the father played the role of catcher, received each pitch, and gave his son pointers on how to improve.
I smiled because it reminded me of the times I’d kick a rugby ball with my dad, where he’d have this way of effortlessly spiralling the rugby ball through the air by hitting it with the side of his foot. I would try to mimic it and make the ball sail just as smoothly.
It’s rarely about the activity. It’s almost always about the time spent together.