“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”—Maya Angelou
I have written many times on this blog about my deep love of Ann Voskamp’s book 1000 Gifts.
Counting the gifts that I am blessed with everyday has revolutionized my life and multiplied my joy. It has caused me to be awake to my life, to recognize the beauty of the moments before they pass away forever.
I was given a wonderful gift this evening, one that I will long remember.
Today was my son’s last day of high school. He celebrated by hiking up a mountain with some friends.
Meanwhile, my daughter and I went to see the movie The Fault In Our Stars. We both loved the book and in one of life’s most satisfying moments, the movie was just as good as the book. The casting was perfect. There were plenty of laughter and tears. It was brilliant.
We pulled into the driveway at the exact same time as my son, who was just returning from his hike.
He made several trips into the kitchen with the contents of his locker, as well as his instruments that he had kept in the band room. My kitchen counters were littered with the assorted and random stuff that makes up an entire school year.
Then he walked in with a tall wooden chair that swiveled all the way around. He put it down in the corner of the kitchen. Turns out that one of his favorite teachers was getting rid of it and granted his request to take it home with him. Apparently, it is also going to college with him in the fall. 🙂
I took a seat on it and spun around a few times. And that’s where I stayed for the next 45 minutes as I talked with my kids.
My mom was at prayer meeting and Doug was at a business dinner. It was just the three of us.
They each sat on top of the kitchen counters while I spun. We talked and we laughed. They joked with each other. Josh showed us a book that his favorite English teacher had given to him. They discussed their favorite poets (Maya Angelou and Robert Frost). Josh read some of the things his fellow classmates had written in his yearbook. He expressed delight that nearly everyone said that he was one of the funniest people they have ever met. The talk turned to the upcoming graduation and subsequent parties we were all invited to. Josh made fresh lemonade and we all nibbled on jellybeans.
And I paid attention.
I was simultaneously participating in the conversation and savoring the moment, knowing that times like these will be fewer and fewer in the days ahead.
I gave thanks for all the years of homeschooling, when it was just the three of us during the day, sharing learning and adventures. Those days, while some of them were very difficult and trying, were such a gift.
I see that so clearly now. I didn’t always, then.
It ended all too soon. The kids went their separate ways and the downstairs got quiet.
And my heart was full as I watched the sky open up and pour down rain.