There has been so much beauty in the days this past week as we learn to navigate this almost-empty nest. There have been alone moments and love moments and moments of quiet worship. There have been hard-work moments, celebration moments, and that one moment the boy called home. There have been the moments of tears of the bittersweet, of feeling named by another’s words, pride for a good friend. But one of my sweetest joy-moments this week came in the back parking lot at the high school.
I have never been an insider, am still coming to terms with that, but whether it’s in the world of writing books or the world of high school band boosters, there is something about the way I am that keeps me on the edge of being in “the know.” That’s why, when one of the other percussion moms said to me after the Friday night football game, “They’re doing a lot show after the game. Come on, let’s go watch!” –well, when she said that, my first response was, “Me? Am I allowed to go?” We had been working the band booster concession all night; it was so hot our hands had turned to liquid inside our plastic gloves. I had this cold and was all fuzzy from the cold medicine. My back hurt, my feet hurt, and I still needed to clean up the pretzel station. But when she said, “Let’s go!” I knew I wanted to. I left the salt scattered on the counter and that one pretzel rotating slowly in the warmer.
There is no way to explain the rush of pride and joy and love I feel when I watch my son make music. So I won’t even try. It’s the same every Sunday morning when I see him behind the drum set, playing with the praise band in church. It makes me so happy. I stood in the high school lot, soaked in the heat of a long night, bone-tired and congested, grinning from ear-to-ear. St. Irenaeus said, “The glory of God is man fully alive.” That’s what I see when I watch my boy use his gifts. And it’s a beautiful thing. (Can you tell which one is him?)
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