Archive for May, 2007
Yesterday the doorbell rang, and it was Cal, 16, my son Billy’s best friend since they were both four. Cal got his driver’s license about a month ago, and this is the first time he’d come by alone to pick up Billy – who will be 16 on July 4th. It felt strange not to have Cal’s mom doing the driving, odd to think that now the two boys could go somewhere themselves. We’re blessed that they are both good ‘kids’ – or young men – I guess I should say, and that we can trust them and their decisions. As they walked across the yard to Cal’s car, I couldn’t help but remember how they looked that summer before they were in kindergarten, how they played together in our yard in that little plastic swimming pool I bought at Wal-Mart. Those little boy voices, those little boy faces, were long gone, and for a moment it took my breath away to realize it. I watched from the window as they drove away.
My mother used to say that time goes by so much faster as you get older. Growing up, I doubted that because logically time should pass the same way for everyone. But Mama, you were right. You were right.
Happy Mother’s Day! — I hope your day will be special, you’ll realize how blessed you are, and you don’t have to cook or go grocery shopping. Or do laundry.
Okay, yep, I’m getting a bit unrealistic. My middle son has a baseball tournament on Mother’s Day weekend, and of course, we don’t find out the actual game times until, like, five minutes before the game, so who knows what my Mother’s Day will hold?