The youngest one got a job this week. He’s the first one to be officially employed before his 15th birthday. I got a front row seat to his pride and excitement. He starts driver's training next week; also earlier than all the others.
I told him how everything seemed to be going faster for him (for me) than for his older siblings. Like that year I thought he’d be going to kindergarten for just 3 days so I’d still have my buddy at home, but then we moved and school took him, full time, and my preschool season ended. Just like that.
He thinks this is a great thing, and he celebrated it with a metaphor:
“Mom, it’s just like a slinky. You pull it forward- that’s Lorraine going out to do stuff- and then you let the other end go and ---sound effect---- it catches up, fast.”
Not for the first time, I am stunned at the connections his brain makes.
Yes, that is exactly how it is, son.
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But in the meantime, there are flowers and vegetables growing, and for once, I am remembering to water them.
This summer, embracing “here” was embracing open spaces, possibilities, margin, open questions, waiting, and lots of travel. But the margin is shrinking; a new normal is beginning to fall into place. Embracing “here” is starting to mean THIS church, THESE people, THESE rhythms.
A job for Peter. Photography class for Eldon. Wittenberg friends and a co-op and a church. A favorite coffee place with Marcus. A new mower forJosh that he uses on Tuesdays. Date nights. A favorite motorcycle route. Watering these specific plants.
Today, I see the view from here, and it is good.
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