My youngest is heading off to Ecola Bible School tomorrow. Ten years ago this weekend, my oldest embarked on her Ecola adventure. Eight years ago, it was our older son. My own was decades ago in 1975. It has become almost a family tradition.
But there's something about the youngest, this delightful-child-turned-man, that touches something in me. It's not a letting go thing. I've not struggled inordinately with that as my kids have grown and started their own lives. It's more a poignancy of the remnants of childhood floating away. A changing of the guard, sort of.
And there's the "missing him" part. Of course. :-)
I send him off, both of us cloaked with the promise of Isaiah 54:13:
"All your sons will be taught of the LORD;
And the well-being of your sons will be great."
Boomer with his daddy in 1994 on the California Coast.
Cannon Beach in 2003
Current shot of him drumming at a band gig.
And he's good. :-)