Doughnuts and Scrambled Eggs
Originally posted August 3, 2023
Back to School chatter has filled my ears. The words of both children and adults pulling memories. School uniforms. Homework. Cartoon inspired lunchboxes. Earlier mornings. Car Rider lines. Bus Numbers. Lunch money. The list goes on…
The warm and fuzzy memories, I pull close; others get pushed aside quickly. School uniforms were never my favorite, and I thought I’d lose my mind over our local BOE stressed importance of non-label socks. I am grateful to be past even the debate of that issue. Still, in this season of my life, when my adult children are engaged in meaningful work roles and overseeing their own morning schedules, I found myself missing the first the day of school.
Mostly, I miss the chatter of my children around the breakfast table. I miss doughnuts and scrambled eggs for breakfast. The traditional first-morning-of-school meal in our house. Some years, I would get up early and go purchase them HOT. Other years, I bought them the night before. Perfection wasn’t the goal; sugared love with a little protein was.
I miss braiding hair or flat ironing the back into shiny, long locks. I miss hearing the thoughts and musings on the grade ahead. I miss reading the daily devotion aloud over breakfast. I miss listening to Kidd Kraddick in the morning on the drive. I miss saying, “God loves you most. I love you. Walk away from drama.”
In all this reminiscing, God teaches. Here’s my take-away: I miss my children’s first day of school, not the first day of school. My incredible three are what made the season wonderful. And, while that season is ended, the one I am currently living is equally as wonderful. Here is the highlight reel:
• Summer is still in full swing with my adult children.
• There are more mid-week lake days on the calendar.
• I have increasing opportunity to eat doughnuts with them, and often they buy! And doughnuts seem to be our thing this year. Even if my hips are not counting that as a win, my heart is.
• We continue to have funny, good, and thoughtful discussions on a variety of topics including the changes on the Kidd Kraddick Morning Show.
• I still get requests to braid hair, and I am still good at it.
• Seasons change. Love remains.
• Seasons end. Love never ends.
• Seasons fade. Love continually gets higher, wider, longer, and deeper.
This morning, as I photographed daylilies in the backyard with our chocolate lab, Jake, I saw the long line of cars headed to the school. I smiled thinking of all the memories being made in those family moments. I gave thanks to Abba God for my children. Being their mother is a blessing beyond my words.
And I seriously did a little cartwheel inside that I wasn’t concerned about the brand of socks anyone wears. I loved on Jake who affords me many opportunities to nurture. I took my time with the camera enjoying this season of being on my own time.
And then I came inside and texted my three this message: “Missing you this morning. It’s the first day of school. I feel obligated to remind you, God loves you most. I love you. Walk away from drama.”
To all the moms in the beginning of a school year season: Enjoy it. Soak up every good moment. Quickly push aside the hard moments. Breathe. Be at rest knowing that every season is good and wonderful in its own unique way. God sees you. He loves you. He speaks your Mom-heart language.
Eat a doughnut. Read a devotional. You’ll miss these days, and then you won’t.
Blessings,
Jo
The warm and fuzzy memories, I pull close; others get pushed aside quickly. School uniforms were never my favorite, and I thought I’d lose my mind over our local BOE stressed importance of non-label socks. I am grateful to be past even the debate of that issue. Still, in this season of my life, when my adult children are engaged in meaningful work roles and overseeing their own morning schedules, I found myself missing the first the day of school.
Mostly, I miss the chatter of my children around the breakfast table. I miss doughnuts and scrambled eggs for breakfast. The traditional first-morning-of-school meal in our house. Some years, I would get up early and go purchase them HOT. Other years, I bought them the night before. Perfection wasn’t the goal; sugared love with a little protein was.
I miss braiding hair or flat ironing the back into shiny, long locks. I miss hearing the thoughts and musings on the grade ahead. I miss reading the daily devotion aloud over breakfast. I miss listening to Kidd Kraddick in the morning on the drive. I miss saying, “God loves you most. I love you. Walk away from drama.”
In all this reminiscing, God teaches. Here’s my take-away: I miss my children’s first day of school, not the first day of school. My incredible three are what made the season wonderful. And, while that season is ended, the one I am currently living is equally as wonderful. Here is the highlight reel:
• Summer is still in full swing with my adult children.
• There are more mid-week lake days on the calendar.
• I have increasing opportunity to eat doughnuts with them, and often they buy! And doughnuts seem to be our thing this year. Even if my hips are not counting that as a win, my heart is.
• We continue to have funny, good, and thoughtful discussions on a variety of topics including the changes on the Kidd Kraddick Morning Show.
• I still get requests to braid hair, and I am still good at it.
• Seasons change. Love remains.
• Seasons end. Love never ends.
• Seasons fade. Love continually gets higher, wider, longer, and deeper.
This morning, as I photographed daylilies in the backyard with our chocolate lab, Jake, I saw the long line of cars headed to the school. I smiled thinking of all the memories being made in those family moments. I gave thanks to Abba God for my children. Being their mother is a blessing beyond my words.
And I seriously did a little cartwheel inside that I wasn’t concerned about the brand of socks anyone wears. I loved on Jake who affords me many opportunities to nurture. I took my time with the camera enjoying this season of being on my own time.
And then I came inside and texted my three this message: “Missing you this morning. It’s the first day of school. I feel obligated to remind you, God loves you most. I love you. Walk away from drama.”
To all the moms in the beginning of a school year season: Enjoy it. Soak up every good moment. Quickly push aside the hard moments. Breathe. Be at rest knowing that every season is good and wonderful in its own unique way. God sees you. He loves you. He speaks your Mom-heart language.
Eat a doughnut. Read a devotional. You’ll miss these days, and then you won’t.
Blessings,
Jo
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