Lenten Reflections #17
Do you remember the last time your kids played in the yard?
I can’t remember the exact day the last wiffle ball game was played, the football was tossed, or an obstacle course was conquered in our yard. I do remember years ago telling my husband not to worry about the well-used, threadbare lawn – that it would grow back. Now with our empty nest, the lawn is flourishing and frankly a little bored without the traffic it once saw.
I’ve been thinking about the last times – the moments things end.
Just. Like. That.
When was the last time our dogs fetched a tennis ball?
When was the last time my Mom recognized me and independently said, “Hi Lucretia!”?
When was the last time I said prayers with our kids at bedtime? (last night-actually)
When was the last time I waved frantically to one of our children on a school bus?
When was the last time I used my passport?
When was the last time I heard a busy signal on a telephone?
or slept through the night? (I worry)
or held a baby?
Sat on a swing?
Helped with homework?
Arrived early enough to just sit for a second?
Wrote a letter?
What I learned:
We never remember the moment. The exact time when something ends. That hard stop that sneaks up, unannounced. Ending an era. A habit formed over repetitive love and work.
Thanks for joining me.
I’m so glad you’re here,
Lucretia
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