I am so sorry that I have not written in so long! I’ve been fighting being sick for a week plus preparing for two speaking engagements, so I am a bit behind.
A month ago as I sat in the dark waiting for my running partners to arrive, I listened intently to the radio program. The guest on Focus on the Family (I wish I knew her name!) was sharing truths about the time period as our kids are growing up. We are careful to write down all the firsts: the first time they walk, the first time they talk, their first haircut and each first day of school. Yet, what about their last?
Being sick hasn’t been entirely bad, because Zach has been sick with me. And though we are often in different places doing different things, it has been nice to not spend the days in the house alone. On Monday, I went up to my room, where he had taken up residence, to check on him. He was laying there watching Tom and Jerry. There is something amusing to me to see a 210 pound seventeen year old boy watching cartoons. I decided to make the best of this opportunity and crawled in next to him. After Tom and Jerry was over, he headed back to the guide channel to check out exactly what is on daytime television. He landed on Thomas and Friends. For those of you who have known me a long time, you’ll remember that Thomas was Zach’s very best friend from the time he was three until around seven or eight. This little train had a place in his heart like no other. We had 3 Thomas the Tank Engine birthday parties; this was no fad for him!
As we laid there together, knowing all the train’s names, singing the introductory song, I knew this for sure was a last. For way too soon, I’ll be sending my man to school, not for a day, but for a semester and the day’s of being mom’s boy will be truly different. I will thankful for that half-an-hour on Monday. In my heart, I cherished his last.