This week has been filled with muddy floors, spilled milk, missing
school papers, and a note from the teacher. A mystery stain on the rug,
rained out
baseball games, make up football games, guitar lessons and
multiplication practice. Work, school, dinners on the run, and lots of
life in the fast lane. But I love Friday evenings
because I get to be still. And it usually means togetherness - even if
it involves TV or the XBOX. And if it means pizza for dinner? It's
good because we're at home.
Tonight I enjoyed being still in the
front yard with a friend. Sitting in lawn chairs, talking, listening
to our kids play, and just doing nothing for a while. One of God's
sweetest gifts to me is the quiet of the neighborhood when it seems the
rest of the world is just so fast and busy.
Kid 1 has
gotten his first invitation to a boy girl event. Kind of a blind date
for a 12 year old, actually. He doesn't know the girls. His friend
does and Kid 1's the invited tag along tomorrow afternoon. When I
asked him if he was
interested, he was a little disappointed to find out it didn't involve
paintball. But he's agreed to go. Pizza and movie = good. Afternoon
with friends = good. Girls he doesn't know = no comment. But he didn't
object. And knowing Kid 1, he'll smell like half a bottle of cologne
for the occasion.
I remember when Kid 2 was about 4, he
wanted to marry me. He also wanted to marry the waitress at the pizza
place. A heart torn in different directions, it seems. So is mine.
I
love watching them grow. And at the same time, I hate watching them
grow up. And I wish I could just push the pause button or rewind and do
some things over. Or just slow down and watch it all more carefully.
And take a million pictures. And listen to their little voices before
they change too much.
How many more front yard Friday nights do we have together?
I'm hoping for lots.
may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to you, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14
This post made me smile. I have an 11 year old and everyday that passes I feel like I am losing time with him. Together is such a good feeling it gives me goosebumps. Because I know those moments are to be enjoyed when they come. And just because this one moment is great, doesn't ensure all of them will be. I'm so grateful for togetherness!
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