That might explain why Saturday mornings are my favorite times during the week. It's often quiet in my house, which gives me time for prayer, devotion and reflection. Creaking bones and sore hips and knees when I rolled out of bed one such Saturday morning, reminded me that I had driven almost 200 miles the day before, both in the course of work, and transporting a group of kids from an amusement park. Clearly, I am not the long driving road warrior I used to be. Time passes quickly.
It's not for the faint of heart, this business of shaping new adults. Time transforms us all, from infant to child to teen to adult, with all of the lessons learned and wisdom earned along the way. It's our job to remember, and pass what we know and all that we've learned on to the younger ones, enabling the next generation to build on whatever we started while innovating their approach. This is how successful societies are built and sustained, and the one thing I hope will continue into the future.
In 10-15 years (Knock Wood!), I will likely add grandparent to my list of titles. By then I will have had even more experiences to add to the education I'll be passing on to my own children. And will be able to start anew passing on the stories, lessons and wisdom of my childhood years on to my next generation. As I should.