MY OS IS HOME AND NEARLY DONE WITH HIS PLEBE YEAR!!!
O HAPPY DAY!
This afternoon when the younger OS got home, we fluttered around the house. I wanted everything spic and span, no excuses. It was as if the King of England (is there a King of England??) or of some other foreign country was coming to visit. It struck me as funny because it's not like Nathan has never seen our house messy before. I mean, the guy was an active contributor to the clutter in our home for 19 years but I wanted him to walk in and think that things looked nice, not as if he was a guest but just a treasured member of our family. He's the kind of guy who notices that sort of thing. I knew it would bless him.
My oldest OS is home until Sunday and is just days away from becoming a yuk (second year student). A year ago, on this day, I was clutching Kleenex and struggling to breathe out of my mouth because the tears were overwhelming and pretty much non-stop. Our oldest OS was graduating on this day last year and I was wrought with emotion. Sadness, joy, pride, fear, love, excitement...I remember one night my mother visiting and all my feelings bubbling to the surface. I confessed to her, "Mom, I'm not sure I can do this" and I utterly broke down. My precious mom pushed aside her own feelings regarding her first grandchild finishing a chapter of his life and starting a bold new journey and she simply ministered to me and my aching mama's heart.
Somehow by the grace of God and I say that with all seriousness, I got through the graduation ceremony. And somehow by the grace of God, our family survived R-Day six weeks later including the long 10 hour ride back to our house without our cherished son.
And here I sit in my tidy house and tonight feels peaceful. Like that feeling you get when there's a bad thunderstorm outside and all your babies are safe and at home. Or like when you wake up on Christmas morning and there's presents to open and your kids are all getting along (at least until all the gifts are open). Everything is in its place, all is right with the world.
I vividly recall those moments when Nate was a baby and I longed for the days when he would be grown and I'd finally have some peace and quiet. When he was on a crying jag or going full throttle on a temper tantrum, I wished he would just hurry up and get older. It annoyed me when older folks would chide me about how fast time passes. Inwardly I rolled my eyes at their comments. And now look at me! Those days are here and I find myself happy and sad. My DH calls me a "complex organism" when I get in one of these moods. Do I smack him or just humbly agree?
Nate's friends will be over at the house soon and the sounds of young men will fill my house. I will live in this moment and find the tranquil beauty of it all. O happy day!