[Originally published in the Monroe News on November 5, 2021]
My life feels as though it is approaching a rather eye-opening crossroads. My oldest boy is just a year and a half away from moving out and heading to college and beyond. My middle boys will both be in high school. I also have a soon to be 3-year old and the Lord has blessed my wife and I with one more child who is expected in January. I’ve spent the last 16 years looking forward to days when my boys would be old enough to be in sports and other fun Dad-loving activities. I so yearned for those days when I could take them camping and introduce them to other wonderful adventures. Now I look at it and it seems as though these precious days have come all too quickly. I look at my young daughter and I can hardly remember the days when my boys were at such a tender (and cute!) age.
I believe this is a rite of passage that every parent goes through. You simultaneously look forward to the future days when your kids graduate or get married or give you grandkids. Yet at the same time you long for the days when you could still hold them in your arms. What are we to make of this? Is it part of our human nature to always long for both? To long for what we don’t have? I frequently find myself looking forward to big events. I’m always anxious for the next vacation that might be around the corner. I can’t wait to see the next big event in the lives of my children. But I also don’t want to so quickly bid farewell to the present. I don’t want life to go by too fast.