Today I watched my oldest son perform on stage, singing worship songs with the rest of his classmates.
I gazed at his bright, angelic face and found myself skimming through the years; pulling up memories of his chubby, chapped cheeks and his winsome smile. I could hear his laughter and feel the thumping of happy feet as he danced with delight.
I allowed myself to consider how much he’s grown, how his features have changed. My joy was brief; reminiscing wound its way to wisdom.
What my head had been hearing, my heart finally heard…with piercing clarity; time is marching on. Of course, time has always been marching on, but for so long it seemed to be plodding along. Who set the clock on double-time when I wasn’t looking? What was I doing while the breath of life whispered softly through all those years?
My little boy, now my big boy, used to stare at me with with wide-eyed wonder, as I did him. Ten years later, I’m still looking at him, he’s still looking at me.
In that moment, when his eyes found mine, his smile revealed quiet confidence, and pride; knowing his mother, his one, true, everlasting, ever present, number one fan and all-time supporter stood by to enjoy and admire his latest accomplishment. I reveled in that moment; I believe he did, too.
How much more quickly will the next installment of years pass by; when I watch my grown son graduate from school, take his first job, marry his true love? Will he look for me then? I will watch him, steadfastly, hoping he looks for me, hoping he still wants me to share in his triumphs, hoping my admiration still carries its weight in gold.
T- this is a precious picture of Jack, very angelic! It is amazing how our oldests are starting to become their very own persons. I love it too and just thought to myself the other day how much I was enjoying Aarons personality………..time is short! love you, michelle