Why 'Take me out to the ballgame' is a part of a collective American landscape.
Image from Flickr via Edwin Martinez
By Jay Walljasper
By arrangement with On The Commons
When my long-time friend John became a father, he confided to me that the world suddenly was divided into two distinct camps: people with children and those without. This puzzled me; I figured it was his excuse for being out of touch.
After my son was born I understood. Being a parent sets you apart from your childless friends in a number of dramatic ways. They cannot fathom the luxury of those rare occasions when you sleep uninterrupted for eight hours—or even five. They don’t get what’s so overwhelmingly fascinating about the cute thing your kid did last night. And they can’t fully know what common public spaces, especially parks, mean to you.
Before becoming a dad I passed many wonderful hours in Minneapolis’ great parks—swimming in the lakes, biking on the trails, and lounging on the grass under the moonlight with my sweetheart (now my son’s mother).
Picnic grounds are a godsend for young families whose tightened budgets rule out meals in fancy restaurants. The look of wonder that appears on kids’ faces as they swoosh down a sledding hill or splash in a wading pool more than compensate for the many burdens of parenthood.
But I can honestly say that after becoming a dad I appreciate my local parks on a whole new level. The playground becomes a lifesaver for any parent with a youngster who needs to burn off energy. Picnic grounds are a godsend for young families whose tightened budgets rule out meals in fancy restaurants. The look of wonder that appears on kids’ faces as they swoosh down a sledding hill or splash in a wading pool more than compensate for the many burdens of parenthood.
My son has met many of his best buddies at the park. That’s where he learned to swim, x-country ski, downhill ski, sail, play baseball, tennis, soccer and ice hockey. It’s where he honed his social skills, organizing neighborhood kids for pick-up games of soccer or capture the flag. The park was also where he first encountered people who seemed different than what he knew—families who appeared to be poor or to be wealthy, kids who spoke in unfamiliar accents and languages.
He is now 19, and still hanging out in parks. Sailing became his passion and he now sails for his college team. This summer he will be a coach at the sailing school in a local park. He can’t imagine life without parks nearby.
And neither can I. After finished this column I suddenly remembered how I first met my old friend John—mentioned above—on the Little League diamond at Blair Park in Urbana, Illinois. I still remind him about hitting a stand up double when he was pitching; he recalls striking me out on three pitches. We’ve been friends ever since.
Jay Walljasper, Senior Fellow at On the Commons and editor of OnTheCommons.org, created OTC’s book All That We Share: A Field Guide to the Commons. A speaker, communications strategist and writer and editor, he chronicles stories from around the world that point us toward a more equitable, sustainable and enjoyable future. He is author of The Great Neighborhood Book and a senior associate at the urban affairs consortium Citiscope. Walljasper also writes a column about city life for Shareable.net and is a Senior Fellow at Project for Public Spaces and Augsburg College’s Sabo Center for Citizenship and Learning.