Just a few more minutes until the chaos commences. Early mornings, sleepy kids (and parents), lunches to pack, homework to finish, dance class and volleyball practices to rush to …part of me is anxious to get settled back into some type of routine, but another part of me is dreading the craziness that is about to ensue.
I think I am dreading school starting a little more this year because I know it is the ‘last’ first day of high school for my son. I can’t believe I am the mother of a rising senior!
Where has the time gone? I was just changing his diapers and swatting his bottom, and now he is driving, working and showing his dad and Pop Pop how to operate the computer system on the ski boat.
I can still remember the moment when the ultrasound technician informed me I was having a boy. In my shock I wondered, what in the world am I going to do with a little boy?
Little did I know that he would bring me more joy than I ever imagined possible. Now in my desperation for him not to grow up, I am wondering, what in the world am I going to do without my little boy?
I find myself reminiscing over years of memories. Like his second Christmas when he came downstairs to see his first train going round and round on the track. His eyes were filled with wonder and amazement. And when he caught a glimpse of his Little Tikes car, he was so excited he decided to get his pop tart to go that morning and eat while he tooled around our great room.
Years of precious memories; birthdays, baseball, basketball and soccer games, first time riding his bike, fishing excursions, field trips, vacations… While I am grateful for each one, sometimes I desperately wish I could hit the rewind button and go back and relive them all again.
Realizing there are no do-overs or rewind buttons, I will cherish this next year with Caleb. I am so proud of the young man he has become. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I look up at my 6’4 ‘little boy’ I can hardly believe he is mine.
Thank you Lord for the gift my son.