On Sunday, July 13, after a hard-fought win, our oldest son, Patrick Ricca, finished his last-ever AAU basketball game. It took place in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, at Spooky Nook. There was no fanfare, flowers, or pictures of parents at center court before the game started. He finished the weekend tournament averaging more than 13 points, 4.6 assists, just over 3 rebounds, and more than 3 forced turnovers per game. We walked out of the gym and returned to the hotel, where Patrick showered, while I packed. We loaded the car and headed back home.
It was somewhere on the Jersey Turnpike that it hit me: this is the first last. Patrick is a rising senior. This is a year that will be filled with "lasts." The last high school fill-in-the-blank. We had our first of those already this summer: his last AAU basketball game.
I'm unsure how we are in a place in our parenting where there's a last anything prior to college. You see, regardless of his age, this is often how I see Patrick in my heart and in my mind's eye:
For the record, this is how he actually looks today:
He's on the verge of realizing a dream he articulated more than five years ago: to play college basketball. The next several months will see us navigating the beginning of his senior year while attempting to finalize his college plans. It will undoubtedly be stressful, challenging, and nerve-wracking.
It will also be full of lasts. And I don't want to miss one. The first one snuck up on me. I don't want any others to slip past the goalie.
One of the greatest joys in my life is being this guy's Dad. And his brother's. Watching what comes next will be bittersweet, and I want to savor every moment in this coming year.