I had the opportunity to travel to surprise Sam for his 18th birthday. I talked to him in the morning to acknowledge this milestone birthday and told him I’d love to hear from him after the evening’s game.
I grinned to myself as I laid the groundwork for a great surprise.
Thanks to the generosity of Glen Sr. a few hours later I boarded a plane and headed to a village I’d never been to.
I walked into the gym and began to scan the stands for the birthday boy. My eyes found him and I saw he was locked in, watching the action on the basketball court. I waved off a student who jumped up to give me a hug and got myself all the way up in the stands, put my hands on his shoulders and his face right in front of mind.
I wish you could have seen the look on his face.
Oh how grateful I am for the chance to just be with him. To sit in the stands together. To feel the absence of Scott on the bench coaching and Kaitlyn with her team cheering. To bring the Blom family tradition of cinnamon rolls to share with the team. To sing happy birthday mostly off key with his teammates on his 18th birthday.
And there were those twinges…
A book at the library about mothers and daughters.
Seeing the pictures of friends at marriage conferences or on dates.
Seeing Kaitlyn’s shoes on a friend’s feet, though I’m so glad she’s using them and remembering.
Watching boys’ basketball with Scott not on the bench coaching.
Watching girls’ basketball with the hole of my spunky girl with a curly pony tail.
Watching junior high basketball wishing I could see Zach improving with each game.
Wearing Kaitlyn’s pants.
The mention of 13 year old boys.
Realizing I can’t text Scott to tell him how the game is going or fill him in on a day’s events.
And I’ll take the joy and the sorrow all wrapped up together because that’s how it comes. I wouldn’t want to miss the joy just because I was afraid there might be tears with it.