The man-child who lives in the basement was up before 7:30 this morning, singing a song about a raccoon at the top of his lungs. It is rare for him to be up so early or so happy before breakfast. This week he’s sorting his room, deciding what to take when he moves to college on Saturday. I cooked his 4-egg omelet and might have cried except he was cracking me up with a story about his goofy friend, Winston.
The delicacy of these days is not lost on me - nor the privilege it is to raise this boy and his sisters. Nor, nor having always had the marriage, the stability and the money to care for them without fear. Nor that they have been so healthy and teachable.
All these blessings are very near the surface of my heart and mind these days, as our family changes again. Twenty-three years ago we started bringing home baby children - now we are launching baby adults, nudging them out of the nest and wondering what to do with the extra room or, In Ben’s case, the extra groceries. It’s equally strange, leaving me equally unsure of what my job is, equally likely to cry or laugh. Only Ben is moving but all of us are headed to a new place where we will learn to be joyful and content all over again.
Whatever rearrangements a new school year brings your home, seek the new joy therein.
~ peace & prayers, pastor annette