A day at a time
"Where has the summer gone?" is a question being asked by parents across Barry County. I am one of those aforementioned adults left wondering why the idle days of summer always fly by so quickly. The answer probably lies in the fact that most days are anything but idle.
Tomorrow, Mike and I will be helping Nick move back to Truman State University in Kirksville where he will be living in a house with three other soccer players. It seems like just yesterday that he was back at home after his first year of college and I was looking forward to all those days with my family back under one roof. All in all, we've had a great summer even if it's gone by too quickly. Adjusting to having a college-aged son back at home took some give and take on the part of both child and mother, but in the end, we seemed to settle on a compromise. I hovered less and Nick opened up more, and the end result was an enjoyable few months of moments I'll treasure as I get used to Nick being gone all over again.
The end of summer also marks the beginning of my youngest son Ryan's senior year - another huge milestone. Already I am finding myself thinking of the year ahead and fighting back tears as I imagine senior night events, swing choir performances and Ry walking across the stage in the CHS gym to accept his diploma. I want this year to progress in slow motion, so I can savor every little minute, but I know it will fly by, just like this summer has.
As I ponder the elusiveness of time, I am reminded that life is lived best when we tackle it one day at a time. This summer, we consciously set aside time to spend together as a family, just the four of us, and those hours became the highlights of my summer.
Because I am a worrier and a control freak, I struggle with the need to know exactly what the future holds. I overanalyze and fret, and in doing so, I waste precious time. But with age and a renewed desire to live life God's way, I am learning to let go and let God take over. This doesn't mean I don't make appointments or meet deadlines, but it does mean I try to cherish some of the moments in between. My husband, Mike, seems to have embraced this style of living and I admire the peace he has found by living in what Dale Carnegie calls "day-tight compartments."
With the start of Ryan's senior year just around the corner and Nick headed back for his second year of college, I am going to use this juncture in life to live more purposefully, to not worry so much about tomorrow and focus on the promise and opportunities of each single day. By doing this, I think I might be successful in slowing down the rush of time just a little. And like I tried to do this summer, I will cherish the days I have with Ryan at home and the opportunities we have to visit Nick at Truman, and in the time in between, I'll count my blessings and be grateful for another new day.