no two meatloafs are alike. every single person will comment about their taste differently and your mom’s recipe is really only good to you and your Uncle Henry who visited every other Christmas and every 4th Thanksgiving would always say, “Wow, this is the best i’ve ever had.”
milestones are kind of like that.
people consider very many different things milestones. i guess a milestone would be something that makes you, if even only for a moment, step back in awe amazed that you were able to be there and wondering if you’ll ever get to do something like that again.
the first time (and only time) i dunked a basketball would fit that category. the first time i “really” kissed a girl would fit that category (in Cypress Park in New Orleans when i was 12 – by the way, she was 15). when i spoke/taught for the first time to everyone at a worship gathering. when i was handed my high school diploma. when i realized who i was going to marry. when i was handed my college diploma. when i married the girl whom i had realized earlier that i would marry. my honeymoon to Glacier National Park in Montana. my first official game as a high school basketball coach. my honeymoon. when i had a song published. did i mention my honeymoon? the birth of my son. picking up everything and moving to study for my master’s. celebrating 5 years of marriage at St. Louis French restaurant in the French Quarter. when i was handed my master’s diploma. the birth of my daughter. the opening of a new cafe. finding out my 3rd child is on the way.
add one more to the list, and a BIG ONE. my son, who will turn 5 September 20th, starting his first official day of any type of school ever. he did that Thursday, August 17th, 2006. it was amazing. i can’t even express the emotions and thoughts i felt. here i am, in my mind only a few years from school myself, watching my son walk into his 1st classroom for the 1st time. and then, i got to be there when we picked him up from school. WOW!!! it was amazing. i can honestly say i have never been prouder of anyone or anything in my life than him on that day when he embarked on one of the most formative and difficult journies of his young life – school.
so many thoughts flooded my mind, imagining things for the next 12 to 20 years, remembering things from the last 4 (almost 5). this precious life that has been entrusted to my wife and me. surrendering him. letting go. enjoying the journey of his growth…and mine.
i realize that this may not be all that interesting to you. caleb is not your first-born. you did not get to see him walk into the classroom. i got that. that’s okay. could you just at least smile in wonder with me, though. it would mean a lot.
if not, fine. get your own milestone. whatever you do, enjoy today a little. each one is kind of a milestone depening on how you look at it. and have some good meatloaf while you’re at it. life’s such a gift, even meatloaf.