Mason went to bed last night screaming, “No!!!! If I go to bed, I will miss the lightning bugs!!”
It is one of those amazing spring nights when it is still warm enough after dinner to go outside in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops. Only Mason insisted on wearing tall socks and his “fast shoes”. He pulled the socks up so high he might as well have been wearing pants.
The lightning bugs aren’t here yet, but he remembers last year very well.
I’m glad he’s excited about lightning bugs right now.
I suspect that it won’t be long before he is excited about an all-day fishing trip with his dad, and I will not see him unless I want to go lay out on the boat (and I happen to have a huge fear of fishing hooks, no matter how much I trust the person casting). Look, this is already starting:
It won’t be long before he can’t sleep because he is excited about his first day of school. (Let me be hopeful.)
It wont be long before he is excited about chasing things that are bigger than lightning bugs, probably things with wings that migrate in the winter or things with antlers that walk in our back yard. I will remind him that his mom gets a little excited about it too. Maybe he wont listen when his dad tells him that mom only shoots if she can do it off the back porch in her sweatpants and house shoes and that she probably will not join them on their long excursions.
Maybe daddy won’t tell him that mommy put on camo and lip gloss for the picture.
It won’t be long before he is excited about staying the night with a friend, eating chips and cookies until he gets sick and making stupid jokes that only 10 year old boys find humorous.
It won’t be long before he can’t sleep because he’s thinking about that cute girl who just moved to his school. He won’t realize that she will not be impressed by him licking the floor for money, or eating a half-eaten peppermint for money, or any other stupid things that his dad thought would be cool when he was his age.
It won’t be long before he is serious about that girl and wants to take her to the dance. And he won’t realize that his momma doesn’t think she is good enough for him. And never will.
It won’t be long before he’s getting home late from practice and falling asleep on the couch before throwing his nasty clothes in the laundry room.
It won’t be long before he doesn’t notice that the lightning bugs are out.
It won’t be long before he packs up his bags and leaves in search of bigger and better things.
It won’t be long before he realizes that all of the big things the world has to offer are more frustrating and mundane than he thought they would be. He might find himself wondering what his real purpose is.
It won’t be long before he finds his better half who reminds him that the best joys of all are found in relationships with people who appreciate the little things and make us want to be better. She will remind him of his momma, except that she will be a little more creative and organized. (Let me be hopeful here too.)
It won’t be long before he is tucking in his own little lightning bug chaser. And the boy will remind him how much he had missed waiting on those amazing little creatures that only an amazing and imaginative Creator could create.
And he will remember to enjoy today. And not get so caught up in waiting for tomorrow. And that the little childhood joys and childlike faith are qualities that never have to end. In fact, they are what keep us going while we wait for tomorrow.