18 Years Later

At the Concordia Corn-feed 18 years ago, I proudly displayed my newborn son to the Cobber Community and he won a T-shirt for being the youngest Cobber there. Fast forward those 18 years and now, in addition to attending the corn feed, we are dropping him off as a freshman student.

Where did that time go?

Why did God bless me with 18 years of bliss with this young man? Why has he caused me no-parenting angst? Why does he still hug and kiss his mama and daddy goodbye or hello? Why does he proudly tell us he loves us…out loud?

I don’t have any good answers for this, but I’m blessed beyond belief.

And instead of being sad and feeling like my heart is being ripped out, I actually feel kind of jealous for all that’s in front of him. But more than anything, I am so excited for all of the possibilities life has in store.

So Mikey, Carpe Diem, my son. Seize each and every day and suck the marrow out of every opportunity presented to you. You are my special, beloved baby boy and I couldn’t be more proud of the man you have become. Know you are loved beyond measure and you will be missed at home, but not enough to make you come back! You’re staying just where you are.

Blessings my perfect child. Blessings.

“Shine as me, and may I be so Thee, that all those I encounter may experience me as Thy radiant presence, Thy unconditional love. May they no longer see me, but only, only, only Thee”
-Pierre Pradervand

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