The First of Many

Senior year.

Thirty-six weeks abounding with lasts; events that mark the ending of period of life that can never be revisited.

Don't mind me. I am suffering from the emotional scars of watching my youngest get ready to fly the coop. Proud of the young man he is becoming but, sad that our time left with him is dwindling away. As a MK, graduation doesn't just single a move into the next stage of life, it also indicates a move away from the parents; a move that often involves continents, not just cities or states.

Tuesday night was varsity soccer senior night.

I remember last year's celebration of senior soccer players. I knew in a year it would be Jake standing there. My head knew it, but my heart refused to think it even possible. 

I was standing on my tiptoes!

However, time marches on and here we are; the end of Jake's high school soccer career. Despite the twitches and tinges of sadness creeping into my heart, I maintained my composure.

Tears can't stop what God intended. He designed children to grow up and become independent. So despite my wanting to hold back the passage of time, I know that this is a good thing. 

So, I will celebrate the next twenty-six weeks of lasts. And,  prepare my heart for the many firsts yet to come!