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My son spent the first three days of this week at my parent’s house. They took him to baseball camp in the morning, picked him up in the afternoon--the perfect opportunity for my mom and dad to spend some time with their grandson.
Despite the fact that this was the only way he could actually attend camp, I was conflicted. You see, my son just finished eighth grade and the “camp,” was really a tryout for the ninth grade baseball team.
I knew if he stayed at home, with me, he’d be in bed at a reasonable hour, eat right and be as prepared as possible to perform. I knew if he stayed with his grandparents, he would be up too late, eat heavy food and play lots of afternoon golf--messing up his baseball swing.
