Last night was prom. After the prom, 30 kids came to our house, along with 8 moms, and one other Dad (thank you!). They came in at 12:30 and stayed until 2:30. A great group, all of whom looked as if they were going to drop off to sleep at any moment. They laughed and ate breakfast burritos for two hours.
I was awake and present through it all. Kind of amazing. I don’t do late nights anymore. At least, not very often. Then, this morning, I drove to Belton (45 minutes) to watch a young lady and her fiance (daughter of very good friends) graduate from the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor. As I sat there, watching them get their diplomas, I thought of being in Searcy next Saturday, where we will see our oldest receive her diploma. Then, in a few weeks Jamie graduates from high school.
I will get pretty teary-eyed through both of these graduations. In fact, this will be a very emotional month. There is some degree of loss that I feel with all of these changes. Yes, I know that is a part of life. Nevertheless, it doesn’t change or minimize the feeling. For me, feeling the loss in some way seems to honor our relationship as something very special.
Yet, I do enjoy watching them grow up, graduate, and move on. As their Dad, I am very proud of both of them. I am also grateful for God’s tender mercy. He used myself and Charlotte to raise them. Yet, he also used many, many other people. I can’t imagine doing this without them.
Being a parent is humbling. I realize that I can’t do it. I can not do this right enough so that my kids turn out the way they should. I am totally dependent upon God’s mercy that he might see fit to provide what I haven’t or what I can’t. Afterall, he is the only perfect parent who exists.
I am thankful for his faithfulness.