One week out from the wedding and I am starting to realize how little is really handled in terms of the fine tuning. Heck, the groom’s ring isn’t handled. My suit no longer fits due to explosive fatness. The partner is sick, which means I too am sick. All of these things are piling up and making me question how things are going to turn out. Of course they will turn out just fine, because this is how it goes, which I suppose is the real subject of this blog and reflection. See, things work out for the people around me. I rarely see my family absolutely fail at things. It is as though there is an invisible safety net strung tightly beneath us that won’t let us drop too far. I love it for most of us, but I dislike it for the young ones. They’ve come to accept that things will work out no matter how little they do to make things happen on their own. This mixture of laziness and unawareness of the true desperation of life leads me to fear that they won’t survive should the net one day disappear. It manifests itself all the time. Take for example the son who won’t come to the wedding because securing a ride is a bit too difficult. Will that blow back on him? Probably not. I suppose that is my fault that it won’t. Take even the simpler and comical example of the magic sink. The kids drop unwashed (and un-rinsed) dishes in there all day and don’t ever think about it. By morning the dishes are magically cleaned and put away without them having to lift a finger… It probably won’t translate the same when they finally leave home, will it?
Some Thoughts:
- They won that game. The boy scored on offense and defense (pick 6) despite the pulled glute. He needs to get healthy, because he’s a week out from being a varsity player. He is about to play alongside his brother, and that is everything I want to see happen for them… and perhaps me.