On Summer Nights When Adults Are Tempted to Play Hooky Too
September’s twilight creeps green and orange in chill night air. Yellow and pink zinnia flowers stand tall beside rosy sedum.
Smoky woodfires scented the end of a kids’ park play date, and now children’s voices chirp loudly from trees. They leap, waving sticks, leaning close to growl make-believe battles.
My son races inside to grab a late supper. “Can I take my food outside, Mom?” he asks, wisping blonde hair cut close. “My friends have eaten already.”
“Sure, buddy. Careful, this part of the plate is hot.” I set his saucer on the front stoop, and watch him balance lemonade and cheesy enchiladas.
Summer has surrendered and fall has flown in! Sharpened pencils, notebooks, and mounding schoolbooks stack precarious in one corner of the dining room table.
And even though I’m the teacher, I admit it. I’m tempted to play hooky. Summer swim dates at the YMCA pool, gardening pleasures, and a slower pace still call me. As a mom and teacher, I’d love to hide away the schoolbooks and schedules, linger long over morning coffee tomorrow, and walk barefoot through wet grass to the swing instead.
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But instead, I’ll get an early night’s sleep, brew a tall French press coffee, and pull up chairs with my fourth grader tomorrow.
My tall nineteen year old daughter is back in college; grown-man-son and his wife have graduated college and now both work full-days nearby. Youngest son scales trees and joins me most days at the table for fourth grade now, and my husband and I are trying to model this grown up life. Soaking in Jesus, thanking him for life and joys each day, we strive to be brave and watchful and responsible.
Being an adult is much like jogging, I’m learning. Both require the hard work of showing up and laughing at the effort needed some days. For me there is lots of self-talk, mixed with thanking God for breath, life, and his presence.
Crickets in dark sky and black tree branches announce nightfall. The front door squeaks as Daniel comes in, closing up for the night. Grabbing last minute second-suppers, he readies for bed.
I vaguely remember truth from yesterday and stand to riffle through stacked books on the table to find it. Then, there, I see it. Scrawled black gel pen copy words from God’s ancient book: “Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” And I’m still learning what that means, but it helps me greet September, and school days, and the coming year with fresh eyes.
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