The blog has been empty for some time due to life and my laziness. But in those moments that I have been away there have been some life moments that will never happen again. In that moment I realized that I was seeing something very special.
During the past three months we took on the roll of typical American parents. We have three lively and wonderful children. The two boys consumed our spring and early summer with the grand ole' game of baseball and the four year old princess got her groove on in a dance recital. It was a season of first's. First base hits, first dances, first win, first losses. It was a season of life filled with heart ache and joy.
And at the exact same moment of all these first came the realization of all the lasts. Raising three kids and calling it quits there (more of them than us created a zone defense rather than man to man) made me realize that these very same moments were lasts. While there will be other moments in life for firsts, these were the last first base hits, the last first dance recitals. That coupled together were first and last moments in one, maybe not last for my kids as they will hit again and dance again. But for me as a parent these were some last firsts. It made me appreciate that moment in time for my kids and for myself as a parent.
This has caused the awkward realization that with every first of Andrew my oldest, comes the last with Avery my youngest. There will be a day soon that we have to navigate a first day of middle school and on that same day navigate our last first day of kindergarten. Each high school experience will end with one's senior year and another's freshman year, until there is just one high schooler left. The road ahead for us will be filled with the beautiful moments that at the very same moment in time is a first and a last.
