It Sunday morning. It’s a typical Midwestern January morning – cold and overcast. Yesterday was the same and tomorrow will likely be the same. It’s all right, cold and overcast January days are the rent we pay for the rest of the year.
Jonas bypassed us. We’ve had storms come through and shut us down, but nothing as severe as Jonas. Since, I’ve been blogging we’ve had several snow days, one in January 2011 that brought 21 inches of snow and shut schools for two days. We’ve had bitter cold and severe wind chills and we’ve had torrential rains that closed our schools, too. In all that time, we stayed inside and waited. When it was over, we went outside shoveled snow and cleared our drive and our neighbor’s, too. It’s the rent we pay.
Saturday was a bittersweet day, it was sunny in the morning, then overcast, then the clouds disappeared in the evening to reveal a full moon.
It was bittersweet for more than the weather; it was W’s last wrestling match. W is my son, my favorite son, and he turns 18 Wednesday.
W was born late in the evening Tuesday, January 27, so late it was close to January 28. Like all parents, especially dads, I remember the moment I held him for the first time, I remember the moment well. I can close my eyes and picture myself holding him and feel the tears well in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. They still do, the tears that is. I remember his first of many things, I remember his first day of pre-school – 9/11. I remember his first wrestling match, a loss in less than 15 seconds and I remember his first win – in overtime. He was our first, and only, for almost five years, then O came along and I had another favorite – a favorite daughter.
This year has been full of lasts; his last year of high school, a last football game, and yesterday – a last wrestling match. Next year, brings another first – first year of college. I know there are more firsts down the road, but nothing will replace that ‘first’ almost 18 years ago.
In almost 18 years, W has taught me so much. I hope he has learned as much from me as I have learned from him.
I am intensely proud of him and who he has become, and sometimes I can be a bit hard. I am not about to let up. It’s the rent I pay and in turn W will pay it forward.
He’s a great kid and I know he has many more firsts ahead of him, but for now I remember that first, first.
Today is gonna be a great day. It already is and there are more days ahead. It’s Sunday, a school year Sunday after all and that means grading, planning, housework, being a parent, and being a husband and so many more jobs. So, I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one look back, but focused on what is ahead.
What ‘first’ comes to your mind? Please share. Have a wonderful day.
W is in black and it’s the first period of his last home meet match, a week ago.