i didn't cry when
he came off the practice field
to line up with us,
this seventeen-year-old
guitar-playing
athlete
i didn't cry when
the cheer coach handed
me a rose to lay across my arm
i didn't cry when i
showed my son how to give me
his arm
and
i didn't cry when the announcer
said
hank privette
escorted by
chris and kendal privette
the tears arrived when i realized
that one of the guys
didn't have his mom
she.didn't.show.up.
i was at once incensed
and
in action,
asking the assistant principal to stand-in
but
how many times in seventeen years
have i been
physically present
yet
distant all the same
reading, working, cooking, talking
not.showing.up.
we're called to this, moms,
all.in.
whatever you do,
do all to the glory of God
how about you? do you ever get angry at an injustice only to realize you've basically done the same?
continuing to count his gifts to 1000-
810. new recipes
811. coaches who teach skills
and respect
812. running a new route on a cool, fall morning
813. electricity
814. nieces and nephew hiking to the
big rock
815. students who try hard
816. husband tells sons he's proud of them
linking with -
michelle for
hear it monday, use it on sunday, ann for
1000 gifts, l.l. for
on, in, and around mondays