Nat baked cornbread for us last night. All I had to do was get out the ingredients and the measuring stuff (actually, he can probably do that, too. How could I not know that? He knows where everything is!). It was, of course, delicious. I kept thinking, "It's the last time... for a while..." and then pushing that out of my mind to keep moving forward, forward. Lick the bowl, slam the oven door, set the timer.
But I ain't no shark. Moving forward is alien to me. I am one big circle, all round and coming back to the beginning.
In the beginning, I had this baby.
And now, I have this young man.
It happened in the blink of an eye. Listen to me, I know. All I'm saying is, please, please, just try, try to enjoy them. Just as they are. JUST AS THEY ARE, you hear me? Try not to live their childhood in a blur of therapies, strategies, school placements, meetings, vaccine-hating, hand-wringing, neuron-mourning, diets, chores, appointments, grudges, and cursing fate. Try to just
be, in their presence, in the present, with God's present.
You don't know what you got till it's gone.