When my children were babies, our Saturdays weekends revolved around activities where we could be assured of being home in time for afternoon naps. At least one of us would be tied to the house for a good three hours between lunch and dinner. Sometimes I’d sigh longingly and be anxious for the day when we could have the ability to do whatever we wanted for however long we wanted.
That day has arrived, and sadly it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Take today, for example. The day began with a special scout activity for boys in Pack 303 and Troop 303. We met up at the historic Pecan Grove Cemetery in McKinney to place American flags on the graves of deceased soldiers and service men and women. We listened to a brief history of the project, which was developed by a young man in Troop 303 several years ago as part of his Eagle Scout project. That young man was later killed in action in Afghanistan, and is now buried in Pecan Grove cemetery. This project has taken on greater significance since his death as it represents part of his legacy. It was definitely worth waking up early to be a part of this significant community service project.
We had to leave quickly, however, to be able to get Trey to his soccer game on time. Since my mom had gone to the zoo with us yesterday, she had stayed overnight so she could come see their games. It’s been an interesting season with both games and practices cancelled due to rain, but I guess the important thing is that our children have had fun and we’ve seen an improvement, albeit a slight one, in their soccer skills.
Once again, we made a fast getaway to get home and changed before our Cub Scout end-of-year party and parent meeting. One of the parents had graciously volunteered to host a swim party for all the boys and their families. With a den as large as ours, that can be quite an overwhelming number! But we had a great turnout and the kids all had fun!
By the time the party was over and we were headed home, it was around 8:00. Trey and I had been gone since about 7:45 that morning! And there were still baths to do, stories to read, and prayers to say. And I needed time to prepare for Sunday morning worship with my preschool friends.
Yeah, maybe this whole “busy†thing is overrated.