I hardly know where to begin. Last Friday was one of those days. It started at 6 a.m. and didn’t stop until after 11 p.m. 17 hours of constant motion, effort and emotion. I’m still tired.
For weeks I had known I wanted to do something fun to celebrate the last day of school for my kids. Their last day of school only lasted 1 1/2 hours and they’d be home by 9:30, so I thought I’d do a little celebration breakfast after school. I had been working on a menu and what I might use to decorate. Then, the Saturday before school got out, we got the call that our sweet neighbor friend Nate, who was just 10 years old, had suddenly passed away. And his funeral would be Friday, the last day of school.
I was torn, do I go ahead with my plans, or put them off for another time?
If I have learned one thing from Nate’s sudden death, it’s that you never know how much time you have left on this Earth. And I plan to make the most of what I do have. So, even though I knew it would be pushing it, I went ahead with our party plans.
The kids were surprised and thrilled. Friday also happened to be National Doughnut Day, so we went with that as our theme. Doughnut muffins, pull apart bread and full sized doughnuts. Fresh fruit, berry muffins and juice rounded out the menu.
As usual, I had too much food.
Then I got all the kids shipped off to various places so I could go help with the funeral.
It was beautiful and devastating all at the same time. That so many people would come to honor one ten-year-old boy speaks volumes as to the strength and power of his spirit. We were blessed to know him and privileged to participate in his services.
As I listened to all the things his family did with him, I realized that they didn’t let his special needs hold them back. And it made me realize that all the excuses I use for why we can’t/don’t do things with our children are just that- excuses.
I am determined, this summer and beyond, to not just survive, but to embrace and enjoy each and every moment I am given with these four precious people. Because time is fleeting. And even if we avoid tragedy- one day, these moments with small children will be gone. And I’m not going to miss them.
Because it’s not every day you get to watch your two-year-old learn that roller coasters are much more fun when you ride with your arms in the air.
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