As someone reminded me this past week, we're not promised tomorrow. Don't take today for granted.
Today I am remembering my beautiful white cat, Snowflake.
I am smitten by my new kitten, now a year old, but I still miss my white fur-babies very much.
Today I'm also thinking ahead, knowing that only two short months remain until my son's graduation. Two. Short. Months. I still can hardly believe it. This is one school year I do NOT want the next two months to fly by. God gave me four years to mold him, to love him, to encourage him, to guide him, and to parent him. They've seemed like forever at times, while other moments it still feels like he just got here. It's definitely an entirely different world parenting him as opposed to parenting David. His high school graduation doesn't mean all that molding, loving, encouraging, guiding, and parenting will stop. It will just change.
The other day we were talking about college and the future, and he said, "Well, after I graduate (college) and get my own place, then it will go back to being the way it always was. Just me. But at least now I know I have a family I can always go to when I need help."
That's right, son. You'll never be alone again. No matter what, you'll always have a family behind you now.
He gets it. Four years doesn't seem like much, but these four years changed everything for that boy.
As challenging as it's been to raise a child from the age of 15 and on, when I take the time to reflect on how far he's come (how far we've all come), I know I don't want to take a single day for granted. While we keep moving forward, sometimes it's so helpful to keep looking back. Reflection is good for the soul.