I opened my desk drawer not long ago, pulling it way out
and getting a rare glimpse into that dark corner that rarely gets my attention. I saw the stack of old calendar planners that
I had saved. You know how it is. I saved them just in case I ever need a piece
of information that they might contain.
Maybe the date of a doctor visit or a surgery or a test of some
sort. The ones that I eventually pulled
out of two separate drawers went back to 2002.
Seriously? I had no idea how much
time had passed. Did I really need to
keep my planners from 12 years ago?
I gathered the ones together that I had no intention of
keeping and decided to take them downstairs to throw them in the kitchen trash
can. But before I did that, as I sat at
my desk chair, I opened one of the oldest planners. I was quickly pulled back in time as I
flipped through its pages. So many
memories came rushing in. I reached for
another planner, and another, as I sat there lost in memories.
We were in the midst of life with busy kids, that’s for
sure. I was homeschooling all three of
them, with our friend Amy helping to tutor Aaron. Then I saw the transitions that we were going
through with Aaron as we had him tested, enrolled him in the local high school
here, and had him then admitted to a Wichita school for special needs life
skill training. All the appointments
that I had written down brought back so many recollections of that time.
There were football practices and football games for
Andrew. I remembered all the times that
Gary took him to practices, or I did when Gary was at work……as well as the year
that Gary helped coach Andrew’s team and the hours they spent together that
year. Then later came the wrestling
practices and many wrestling meets. And
after that came track for Andrew.
With Andrea, it was largely her music that kept us on
the road. Piano and violin lessons,
recitals, and special events related to her music. Then there was the season that she and a
friend tried volleyball. Oh yes, how well
we remember that experience!
All the doctor appointments for each of them, much less
for me, were meticulously recorded.
Dentist visits, physicals, wisdom teeth surgery, orthodontist visits for
Andrew…………and so many more. For Aaron,
there were the specialists, of course.
The EEGs, the MRIs, the VNS surgery, the five day video EEG in the
hospital……..all of it. I smiled at the
ER visit for him when he picked up a snake and it bit his hand. I remembered that I wasn’t smiling that
day. And his broken wrist surgery was
there as well, of course.
We spent countless hours in the car as I drove them all
to their activities, especially Andrea and Andrew. I drove them to practices……….I drove them to
jobs……..I drove Andrea to college in the early days before she got a car. I drove Andrew to and from our local high
school when he went there to finish school, before we got him his truck. It seems so long ago!
I saw records of so many church activities for all of
us. Ministry and growth and friendships
were all over those pages, for each of us.
And there were other treasures as well, such as the visits from friends
or family over the years. These people
arriving on this day and leaving on that day.
Or our trips back home, for many happy visits and then as time passed,
the trips that were ruled by sad and hard times.
I saw the date on which I had written that my dad was
starting yet another round of chemo. Just three little words – Dad starts
chemo. Then a year later, all the blank
pages during the month that I stayed in West Virginia with him and mom the
month before he died. The same blank
pages were there from the year before when Gary’s mother died……and a year later
when Gary’s dad died, two months before I lost my dad. So many long trips home………so many blank pages
when our normal schedule didn’t matter.
These planners that I held in my hands held far more
than dates and times and schedules. They
held precious memories of a life that is now in the past for us. The words in black and white…….the scribbled
times and the jotted notes………were full of meaning for me. But they didn’t hold emotion or feeling. The feelings are in my heart, stirred alive
as I read the facts of our busy life being lived during those active days.
And I would not take back one second of it! No written words in a planner can convey the
bonding that was occurring during all those endless hours of time spent
together………….whether it was in our van, or in a waiting room, or sitting on
bleachers, or nursing one back to health after surgery.
Behind all those sterile words on those lined pages,
there was sharing. Talking about
relationships as we drove along, or what God would want one of them to think or
to do, or what their dreams were. There
was laughter…..so much laughter. We
still laugh about some of those moments today.
If I said to Andrea, “You sophomore or junior?”……she would laugh and
laugh about that moment. Or to Andrew,
if I said, “I laugh in the face of G-forces.
HaHaHaHa!!!”……he would laugh, or at least give me a patient smile while
he rolled his eyes.
There was plenty of embarrassment as well, trust
me. Andrew’s embarrassment at having his
mother drive him to and from school for several months is the stuff of legend……….but
there was a lesson to learn. The same
for Andrea during her first few months of college.
I wondered, as I read, where I got the energy for those
extremely busy days. I was younger and
it was just life, how we did it, and I didn’t think a thing about it. Now it would be daunting. Then, it was normal.
While that life is in the past for us now, I know that
the time spent together put down roots in their hearts that are still growing
today. What occurred in the past is
still a part of their present……our yesterdays are a part of their today's. It’s helped them be who they are, and who
they are yet to become. So our
yesterdays are also still to be a part of their tomorrows.
To young parents who are now where I was all those years
ago, I would say: Look at your children
with fresh eyes. See and know that one
day, in what will seem like the blink of an eye, your little ones will be
driving away to begin their own lives.
The time spent with them now can never be reclaimed or lived again. We can never re-live today. Each day, each moment, each event, each
conversation, will make them into the adult that they are yet to become.
And so many of these moments and these conversations
happen in the dailiness of our lives…….the routine that can become too routine
and tiring on some days. Treasure the
moments………claim each opportunity to learn and to laugh together.
Some day you might open up your old planners, if you
have them and keep them, and smile at the memories. Maybe shed a tear or two. But hopefully you will be mostly thankful for
days well spent in the lives of your children and your families.
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