In pondering over my worries, I think I’m not so worried about him. He’ll do fine. Will he fall flat on his face a couple times? Sure. But that’s ok because failing miserably here and there and learning from that is what life is all about right?
Like I said, I’m not so worried about him, I’m more worried about us and how we will miss him.
When Max was in junior high and even maybe the first year of high school we used to wonder about him.
Why didn’t he go out more on the weekends?
Why was he ok to just sit home with us?
We would ask about what his friends were doing and shake our heads to ourselves. He could take the social thing or leave it which was hard for Dave and me to understand since we were so social at that age…(yes, I was shy as they come and didn’t want to branch out, but I definitely still wanted to be with my other shy friends). Was he just too socially awkward? We were like these parents in one of my most favorite books:
But just like Chrysanthemum blossomed all on her own without her parent’s putting-her-under-the-microscope worries, Max did too.
Isn’t it funny how much we worry so much as parents sometimes? I actually think some of the worry is helpful because it helps find solutions that can help in the long run, but that’s a post for another day.
Because now we hardly see that boy of ours.
And these two together who have never really known life without each other from day one.
Who is going to cheer Lu out of her moods??
Max isn’t leaving for his mission until he gets one semester of school under his belt. That is due to a little bit of prodding from his parents who think it will be so good for him (he’s really young for his grade and we’ve always thought it would be great for him to have a little college before he goes).
And he’s not even going off to college until August.
But with all his friends getting their mission calls right and left, Lucy has taken to asking for him to “travel safely to his mission” in all her prayers.
Oh boy she has no idea what’s going to hit her when that adored big brother of hers takes off.
But until then, we’re just holding on to this boy with all our might.
And that changes things whether I like it or not. So, as my sister says, “enjoy it, because it’s happening.” And the “happening” part specifically right now is pretty fun.