 kmccarthy, Mon, June 18th, 2007 It should be the big things that get to my heart, but it's always the small things. At a confirmation service at St. Stephen's Episcopal Church in Delmar this weekend, it wasn't the Holy Spirit that moved me to tears as one of the newly annointed took a step forward in his spiritual life, but the quiet way his parents held hands as they prayed over their child. It's a tough time of year for those of us with a wide streak of sentimentality, as high school seniors all over the state prepare for graduation. It's not even that big a year for us, since it's one more till Christopher graduates. My currently too-big emotions remind me of the Thursday and Friday before Christopher started kindergarten, when I watched the older children on the street get onto the school bus. I tried to call to him once to come see; this would be him next week, but the words wouldn't get past the lump in my throat. I hope I'm front-ending the emotion and that I'll be able to maintain a shred of dignity at his commencement next year. blog comments powered by Disqus  |
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