My son is graduating high school this month and I as I have written before, for some odd reason I am having the toughest time with it. Funny, my daughter graduated back in 2017 and I was over the moon excited for her. Why though, is this one giving me so much trouble? I tried to explain in that story and as I have said, writing is my therapy and that did help but I never found the answer and maybe I am not meant to.
I was scrolling through my phone and looking at pictures of my son as he entered 7th grade at Donelson Christian Academy back in August of 2019. I have hundreds and hundreds of pictures of his journey at the school. From the classroom to the athletic fields to the stage, they all tell a different story of said journey. Seeing him go from an innocent boy to a handsome grown man in this time just floors me.
What a noticed more than anything is when you scroll fast past them, it is all a blur. Fuzzy and out of focus as you go by them at that record speed. You will stop on one certain picture and go, hey I remember that. Or on to another picture and it will be the same phrase repeated again, hey I remember that.
It hit me though as I was doing it. This journey with him was more than a blur. Yes, we can go from beginning to end in one swipe but what good does that do for any of us? It is much more than a blur. Plain and simple. As I have said, time is not really our friend but since we cannot do a darn thing about it, let’s stop fighting that. That blur is time flying by but if you stop and look at a pic amidst of that blur, a beautiful story is being told. I am as guilty as anyone in flying by those pics to get to something I need or want and never really stopping to be thankful and grateful for all of these wonderful things.
As he walks down and gets his diploma, there will be more and more pics that will go into the folder for perpetuity. One day I will be flying by those pics and scrolling to find something, and I will stop on this part of his journey. I will smile, thank Jesus, and really know, it was more than a blur. It was a blessed adventure.
We will close this door and open the next and remember that it was much more than a blur.
