To
me, it seems odd and yet strangely fitting when we start processes that begin
the unwinding of events that will take us to new places, ending eras of time
that we’ve come to accept as the norm.
This
morning, my youngest son had his braces put on.
A natural event…and yet…it seemed…so strange. As I sat in the office going over the
paperwork beforehand, a process I’ve done in that exact office three other
times with each of my other children, I couldn’t help but feel a bit perplexed,
bedazzled and at peace.
I
was perplexed, because I wondered where the other years of braces with my
now-grown children had gone. To think
that I was now sitting in the office, beginning that process with my youngest
son seemed fitting, like it was delivering a sort of closure. I was bedazzled to think that by the time
this son’s braces come off, he’ll already have taken his Senior school picture,
selected which college he’ll be attending and mentally preparing to move on. Finally, I was at peace, knowing this was the
right order of things. That to every
era, there needs to be an end. For me,
sitting in that doctor’s office was the beginning of that end.
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