I've remarked more times than I can count in the past year: "My age doesn't bother me; it's the fact that Brendan is heading to college." It's my kids' ages that get to me -- not the the additional salt in my pepper, the aches and pains, the fact that I'm often tired and can rarely sleep.
|The most recent photo of us all, with my folks and |
sister's family thrown in for good measure.
This past year has flown, and with a grad party and a trip to Poland for World Youth Day, the summer promises to be even faster. So I thought I'd offer you all an update on our family before we blink and the leaves fall again.
Brendan, as you may have heard, is headed to UMary in the fall. He will graduate early in June in the top 10 in his class, with a varsity letter in wrestling and local scholarships from Knights of Columbus Council 4174 (of which he is one of the newest members), the American Legion, and the Hanover Athletic Association. He loves Ultimate Frisbee (actually all four of our teens/tweens do), dabbles in swing-dancing, and is still happily dating Olivia. (Last night's consisted of Adoration and ice cream.) He is still working at the hardware store, and just starting a second job with a local electrical contractor for the summer. He loves his bass and his music (Foo Fighters is his current favorite band), and yesterday, he bought an acoustic guitar for song writing and kicks. And he has a pipe, which he smokes on occasion.
|Prom-goers: Brendan and Olivia|
Gabe is now the tallest in our family, by perhaps a quarter inch. He is working on getting his driver's license this summer, helping our friend's taxidermy business, and preparing for his junior year of high school. He was confirmed this month, was just inducted into the National Honor Society like his older brother (NHS at our high school does a great deal in service to the school and community), and will be one of the leaders of the high-school pro-life group in the fall. He played soccer but didn't wrestle this year, and is on the fence about next year -- too many other interests, including reading and writing, teaching himself piano, learning Quenya (J.R.R. Tolkien's Elvish language), and swing-dancing. In this last activity, he works hard and excels -- especially when paired with his friend and fellow Lord of the Rings geek Kate. They aren't dating, just dancing and discerning together.
|Swing-dancers: Gabe and Kate|
Emma is easily the tallest female in the house and explored the high-school for the first time yesterday as an incoming freshman. She played volleyball in the fall and is running track this spring -- plus playing flute in the band and woodwind ensemble and singing in the middle-school choir. The music, at least, will continue in high school. Emma has followed her brothers to help with the church's Core Team and is also an avid swing-dancer (which means boys); Gabe's dance-partner is one of Rosebud's mentors in becoming a young woman of virtue. Emma dabbles in piano, too; reads voraciously, and bakes like our family is twice the size (and it will be, unless we share her goodies). She is hoping to start baby-sitting soon and wants a new dog almost as much as her dad.
|Emma and two of her flute-playing besties|
Trevor will be our sole middle-schooler next year, and plans to work out this summer in hopes of wrestling on the school team in seventh grade. He is a rhythmically gift version of the boy his father was: a creative thinker and storyteller, easily distracted, heart-on-his-sleeve...but coordinated enough to rock a drum kit (or the kitchen table, a couch cushion, his thighs...), to play basic piano music with relative ease, and to dance to almost any song when the mood strikes him. Also an avid reader and a good student, but with a style all his own: whereas Gabe has a hat collection and wears them on occasion, Trevor wears a brown fedora each day to school. He shows signs of a mechanical knack (another difference from his father) and still loves Legos.
Lily completed her year of Catholic co-op preschool yesterday. She is colorful, funny, opinionated, and creative, with an ever-expanding vocabulary and a precocious sense of humor for a four-year-old, included puns and word-play and physical comedy along with the typical (non-sensical and never-ending) knock-knock jokes. She, too, likes to dance and to watch her swing-dancing elders, and she makes her siblings friends her own whenever she has the chance. She, too, has sprouted in the past year -- she is a head taller than her plastic barn playset she so enjoyed last summer -- and although she rarely eats a lot at a sitting, she would eat constantly if allowed. And she loves superheroes, especially Batman and the Justice Leaque.
Jodi and I are well -- and abundantly blessed, in the midst of such breakneck activity. My bride often says it feels like only a short while ago that Brendan got on the bus for kindergarten the first time, and so it seems to be as well. We will have been married 20 years this August, and for my part, I am as happy as I have ever been.
That said, I had to be reminded of something not long ago, with the help of a priest friend: as Christians, spouses, parents, we have a serious call in this world, which requires a serious, heartfelt response -- but none of that means that God doesn't desire our happiness or enjoyment of this life. He came that His joy may be ours -- shame on us if that joy does not pervade all that we do, and all that we are. It can seem terribly romantic to think ourselves unworthy of the blessings in our lives -- the soft warmth of the one who lies next to us in the wee hours before waking, or the noise of a full and laughing house -- and to strive and sacrifice to show our appreciation and earn our worth. But in truth, we are worthy -- intrinsically -- as God's beloved children. So while I must not take my beautiful bride and these five awesome children for granted, I can love them best if I realize that my worth, and each of theirs, comes from our creation in His image and in resting in his embrace.
We are so blessed. As sinners, we don't deserve it...but what else should we expect from such a God as this?
|Last summer...where does the time go?|
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