Monday, August 22, 2011

 First day of school pictures just aren't what they used to be. Andrew is a senior, it will be a year of "lasts". Our tradition has always been to line up on the front porch and take a picture. If I wasn't on a cleaning jag at the moment, I would dig through those boxes of photos and scan in a few of my favorites. Maybe next week.

This years photos year unique. Due to 6:00 am soccer try-outs the first day of school began with the boys trudging across the lawn at 5:30 am.
The first day waking up wasn't so bad. The second day, after two a day practices, was a killer. But breakfast was fun. The boys brought a friend home inbetween soccer practice and school starting to shower and eat breakfast. I made scrambled eggs and toast with fresh strawberries. High school boys are great for building a cook's self esteem. They are always hungry and love whatever you fix.

On the third day, the boys brought two friends, Liam and Kevin, home after morning tryouts to eat and shower. Try outs went a bit late and traffic was heavier so they didn't have much time. I went all out for breakfast adding two pounds of bacon and toaster strudels to the selection. Toaster strudels are a huge hit with teen age boys, because none of their mother's will buy them. I box per boy is what I budget for on the weekends.

My plans for "first day of school" pictures were foiled by their late arrival. Kevin forgot his uniform. Peter couldn't eat fast enough and ran to the car with a plate of food in his hand. Andrew was looking for something and last out the door by a few minutes. Liam, who was intelligent enough to get right in the shower, was the only one who had time to actually sit at the table and enjoy his food. I really like that boy. He can eat at my house anytime.

It was the only time I have had to put my camera on rapid flash to capture first day of school pictures. The pictures aren't what I had envisioned, but they make me smile. The last morning I will ever wake up praying that Andrew make the Varsity Soccer team was depicted by a kitchen full of chaos and toaster strudel crumbs. The boys energy took the edge off the grief that hovers with each of these "lasts".

I wonder sometimes if God feels this way about us as we go through our "lasts"; the milestones we are aware of and the ones we don't even realize until they've past. The last time we enjoyed swinging in the backyard or were excited to go to church just to see Jesus. The last time we prayed for ourselves before remembering others.

The first time we asked that His will be done
 instead of asking for our circumstances to improve.  
I wonder which signs of spiritual maturity signify we are
closer to the end of the journey to our heavenly Father and if He experiences those same moments of angst watching us grow.  I am confident of one thing, if God's keeps a scrapbook, it's much more up to date than mine.

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