
Twenty one years ago I was only nine years older than you are now, when I pushed, you emerged, took your first breath and wailed.
Where did those twenty-one years go?
All parents ask the question, but the reality is, we know where they went.
They went through all hours of the night for the first weeks. The most precious middle of the night wake ups are when a woman knows it’s the last.
The years were used up living in the imaginary world of Thomas the Tank Engine as well as collecting, building, tearing apart and building with Lego.
They were spent in the pool wearing your ‘pissers’, kicking the can with the neighbor kids, trying to catch the dog as she raced through the field behind our house.
They were passed quickly on the football field, the stage and playing video games late into the night with your fellow gamers, at youth group events and at friend’s houses.
Days, no weeks were spent travelling all the way to Florida … and back, ingesting a daily diet of hot dogs.
Sweet times of ‘snugs ‘n nugs’ with the girls. Giants games or Subway (“eat flesh”) with your dad. Sushi dates with me.
So many shared movies from Marvel to DC to Harry Potter, Star Wars and The Rings.
Drives to camp and back … so many drives down that highway.
Travels to Cannon Beach, Mexico, ALL of the south states, the East Coast, Ontario, New Zealand, Thailand.
Where did those twenty-one years go?
Time flies, my son. In a blink you grew from a newborn to starting kindergarten, to high school graduation, to flying off down under, to right now … where you stand at the cusp of another stage.
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us”
Gandalf
This precious gift of life is filled with an unknown amount of time that we can never recapture. Once it is lived it is in the past … gone.
Colossians 4:5b tells us to “redeem the time” or make the most of your time. See the value of not just your years, but the days, even the minutes. Consider how you will spend your time … for it flies ever so quickly.
Happy 21 … may the next twenty-one be as memory-filled.
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