Seasons Changin'

In about an hour I will be performing a long-standing tradition in our home. I'll be taking those "First Day of School" pictures. But my heart is heavy this year. For the first time in 13ish years, the pictures will be very different. Maddie will be standing solo in the pics. Logan will be in bed, getting a little extra sleep before he goes to work at the college bookstore. This is the first time in many years that we aren't sending them off at the same time or on the same day for their First Day of School. It makes me teary-eyed to even think about this.

I count myself fortunate that Logan is doing his first year of college at home. That eases the pain of the Seasons Changin'. But next year will be another new Season --- we will deliver Logan to Southern Illinois University-Carbondale and leave him there. Maddie will have her First Day of School as a high school student. Our house will be quieter with one less body running around.

I know the Seasons have to change. It is the way God created our world. But I don't have to like it.

A Tat and A Hoop

Regarding the bird leaving the nest that I spoke about in the previous post...

Before he turned 16, Logan started telling us he was thinking about getting a tattoo. We told him he needed to wait until he was 16. He was having a hard time deciding on what to have inked because he didn't want to be like everyone else. He wanted something unique.

The 16th birthday arrived and passed, and no tattoo. He still talked about it occasionally but never followed through.

This week, he made good on his desire to have a tattoo. Yesterday he went with a friend to get the tattoo he had settled on - - - the Alaska state flag. Logan was born there and it seemed appropriate.

He came home last night with a rather large Alaskan state flag on is left arm. It looks pretty good, but he says it will look better in a week or so.

He also walked in with his ear pierced. I almost laugh even typing that. It doesn't really fit his personality. He looks a little odd with the thick metal hoop hanging from his lobe. It's not bad, just different.

I am sure this is his way of declaring some independence. Declaring that he is growing up. I have no issues with any of it. I just wish the rest of the world wouldn't be so judgmental. But I imagine they will be.