The Important Things In Life

A few short hours ago I carried a sleeping girl to her bed. When I took her out of the car she placed her head on my shoulder and for just a moment I stood under the moon, closed my eyes and listened to her breathe softly. As I stood there I thought about Gilad Shalit’s parents and how agonizing it must be not to know what is happening with their son. Stood there and thought about the protest that is going now and shook my head because it will get so little attention. Terrorists supported by states that are funded by oil dollars that come from the cars we drive.

Slowly walked inside the house, closed my eyes and tried to absorb the moment because I will blink and my almost seven year-old daughter will be 18. Stood inside the doorway and realized that the only home she has ever known will not be ours for much longer. Time is no longer a friend. Instead it has become an adversary.

Moments later I walked out of her room and thought about what I wanted to write about. Inside my mind I could hear Don Henley singing Boys of Summer and a wistful smile graced my lips for just a moment. I really do love this blog and all that comes with it. I love the writing and the interaction. You, the readers make a significant difference here. My fellow bloggers have a significant impact upon my love for this too. But in the midst of this virtual lovefest I need to tell you that comments are not currency. You can’t use them to pay your mortgage or buy your groceries. But some of us go a little crazy trying to coax them out of others.

It is well after midnight and I am wide awake now. Wide awake and wondering about what it is that I do and what it is that I should do.

Sometimes the best writing is that which is pulled out from your heart, the kind that is like bubbling magma. It is painful to read because you just tore out a piece of your heart and the exposure to air is rough.

Spent a little time talking with my son about grades, life, expectations and the future. Wanted to make sure that he understood that grades are not the measure of a person. Wanted to make sure that I am most interested in his learning and not in how well he regurgitates information. Love these conversations with him. There is nothing like getting the chance to hear his thoughts and learn a little bit more about how he thinks. Tried to help prepare him for the changes that are coming sooner than later but there is only so much that I can do to help him bloom where planted.

Technically the days have gotten longer and the nights shorter but it doesn’t feel like that to me. Instead I feel like the hours are racing by at light speed and I fight to keep up. In between the moments I think about the streets of Jerusalem and remember the places I have been and faces of friends no longer here. There is far more to say and not nearly enough time to say it.  So for now I bid you adieu until the morning provides me with a new opportunity to revisit these words. In the interim I am ready for the joy of restoration and rejuvenation as bestowed upon us from a good night’s sleep.

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15 Comments

  1. TheJackB June 28, 2011 at 7:38 pm

    @iamabusymama My almost 7 year old thinks she is 30. Where did this attitude and all the drama come from.

  2. iamabusymama June 28, 2011 at 5:49 pm

    @TheJackB My 11 year old went from a little kid to a little man this year. And my 3 yr old thinks she is as big as the 7. Life is crazy with these kids, but worth every second!

    I have not met many people with kids spaced out like mine.

  3. TheJackB June 28, 2011 at 10:00 am

    @iamabusymama Your kids are about the same ages as mine. That growth felt explosive to me this year, although I probably say that every year. It just happens so very quickly.

    I keep looking at my son’s face wondering when he stopped being a baby. I know when, but…

  4. iamabusymama June 28, 2011 at 8:48 am

    You took the thoughts right out of my head. I have two boys 11 & 7, and my baby girl just turned three yesterday. I’ve been working steadily at learning to pay attention to the ‘right’ things in life. And it sure makes me feel better! Our school year finishes tomorrow, also. I have seen amazing growth in my boys this past year. As much as I love to see it, I wish they would just stay little a bit longer.

    And … the posts that come directly from the heart are almost always the most important ones we write.

  5. TheJackB June 28, 2011 at 4:53 am

    @ExpatDoctorMom Those are great ages, 7 and 3. It is surreal to me to think how quickly the time passed.

  6. ExpatDoctorMom June 27, 2011 at 10:50 pm

    Oh my so beautiful, I could cry. My son is 7 and I say to him all the time: How did you grow up so quick. Our daughter is 3 so I am learning to savor the moment slowly or it will be gone… all too quick!

    cheers,Rajka

  7. TheJackB June 26, 2011 at 7:44 pm

    @Biebert Thanks, I appreciate your coming by. Hope to see you soon.

  8. Biebert June 26, 2011 at 7:00 pm

    Jack, I love it. Thank you for posting this thought provoking blog post.

  9. vanitacyril June 26, 2011 at 7:00 pm

    @TheJackB @vanitacyril not a chance. I reached my full height at 13 and she hasnt grown a centimeter in 2 years. LOL

  10. TheJackB June 26, 2011 at 6:35 pm

    @vanitacyril@vsafterbedtime Uh oh, sounds like it won’t be long before she gets to look down at mom. 😉

  11. vanitacyril June 26, 2011 at 1:20 pm

    @TheJackB @vsafterbedtime Yes she is. She’s an inch shorter than me and pretty proud of it.

  12. TheJackB June 26, 2011 at 12:35 pm

    @vanitacyril My oldest is 10.5 so I can only imagine what it is like to see them become teenagers. I am excited about it, but I am ok with them slowing the process down a little bit because time does move too quickly.

    Is your 15 year old tall enough to look you in the eye yet?

  13. TheJackB June 26, 2011 at 12:34 pm

    @Leon I can’t imagine it being any other way.

  14. Leon June 26, 2011 at 10:50 am

    G’Day Jack,

    And you don’t get to love ’em any less, even when they’re 45!

    Regards

    Leon

  15. vanitacyril June 26, 2011 at 3:05 am

    What is it about my fellow bloggers lately? you all make me want to cry.

    They do grow up in a blink of an eye Jack. I look at my 15 year old and miss the days when i could pick her up and feel her rest her head on my shoulder and i was her world.

    I look at my 13 year old and wish for the days when she use to curl up in my lap and read with me.

    I hold my 20 month old daughter, and as she rests her head on my shoulder, i wish it will last forever.

    I look upon my 3 year old son and wonder where did the 3 years go so quickly.

    It’s all heartbreaking and i feel you my friend.

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