Life has been compared to a race by many (the Apostle Paul—2 Timothy 4:7, 1 Corinthians 9:24—among others). Life certainly has race-like aspects: definite start and end point, periods of pushing through pain, occasionally wondering “Why am I here?”, appreciating those who support, knowing that ultimately it is up to you. Lately the strongest parallel between racing and life is that life races by. HOLY COW! Is it October already?
Chick has been on his mission a year. A year. WOW! I know where he is (Marysville/Tulalip Indian Reservation, WA) but I can’t really say where the time as gone.
Chick started his LDS mission a year ago; Lance started his life mission 50 years ago. On September 28th (his fiftieth birthday) there were several signs of his aging, including (but not limited to): hair that is salt and pepper (still more pepper than salt, according to him), a chest that has fallen a bit into his drawers, a hairline that has not receded as much as most of his brothers-in-law, a short term memory that keeps getting PR’s, increased patience and long suffering (wives and daughters give that gift), and banners on the house and the school that announced the event last Monday.
First quarter at Ogden Prep will be over this Friday; a fourth of the school year gone. And we—about 60 students, a double handful of parents, a single handful of teachers, and I—leave for Havasupai next Monday. The quarter has snuck away from me and the trip has snuck up on me.
There was nothing sneaky about Driver’s Ed; it was blatantly obnoxious. Grace and Tanah completed the classroom portion Thursday. No more arriving at school before 6:30 a.m. (Unlike Seminary, tardies were not optional because the doors locked at 6:30 a.m. and more than 2 absences meant they had to repeat the course.) I must say, the weeks of early morning drop-offs at Roy High seemed to last forever—definitely more of an endurance race than a sprint.
The girls, all three of our daughters, certainly seem to sprint from activity to activity. Grace’s cross country season ended Friday. Sara was awarded a letter in tennis at a banquet Tuesday. Tanah performed in a choir concert Monday. Saturday Sara spent her day at Lagoon and Grace played her last soccer game of the fall season. Tanah spent Friday night as a volunteer Spider Lady at a local corn maze. Last week Sara was a defensive lineman in the Powder Puff game, Tanah, dressed as Queen Agravaine (“Once Upon a Mattress), rode a horse in the Homecoming Parade, and Grace and Sara went “stag” together to the Homecoming Dance. Tanah, accompanied by Caleb, also attended the Homecoming Dance.
Miles recorded the fastest mile time in the 6th grade Friday (6:45.01). It wasn’t a sprint but he did lap all the walkers and several joggers.
Sprinting or running a long distance, supporters are priceless. I spend a lot of time racing to and fro (figuratively and literally) at Ogden Preparatory Academy. Recently an email from Amie, my boss, boosted my race. The message said, “Teresa, Suzy is very concerned about you, which in turn concerns me. I do not want you to feel unsupported. Please let me know how you are.”
WOW. I am fine, I really am, but the email brought tears to my eyes. It felt so nice to have someone proactively looking after me. I look after students, children, a husband (he is 50, you know!), friends, neighbors, members of the ward, etc… and it was so, SO nice to have someone looking after me. I was touched by Amie’s message and seriously surprised at how much it meant to me.
Thank you, Amie, for looking after me. Truthfully, there are a lot of people looking after me. Just yesterday Tanah sent me to bed while she did dishes and made dinner, Rita brought me dog food (for Zorro, actually) and Jeanna and Chris gifted me football tickets and a treasured chance to chat. Thank you to all of you.
By default, we are all racers. May we be supporters as well.
Teresa
Chick has been on his mission a year. A year. WOW! I know where he is (Marysville/Tulalip Indian Reservation, WA) but I can’t really say where the time as gone.
Chick started his LDS mission a year ago; Lance started his life mission 50 years ago. On September 28th (his fiftieth birthday) there were several signs of his aging, including (but not limited to): hair that is salt and pepper (still more pepper than salt, according to him), a chest that has fallen a bit into his drawers, a hairline that has not receded as much as most of his brothers-in-law, a short term memory that keeps getting PR’s, increased patience and long suffering (wives and daughters give that gift), and banners on the house and the school that announced the event last Monday.
First quarter at Ogden Prep will be over this Friday; a fourth of the school year gone. And we—about 60 students, a double handful of parents, a single handful of teachers, and I—leave for Havasupai next Monday. The quarter has snuck away from me and the trip has snuck up on me.
There was nothing sneaky about Driver’s Ed; it was blatantly obnoxious. Grace and Tanah completed the classroom portion Thursday. No more arriving at school before 6:30 a.m. (Unlike Seminary, tardies were not optional because the doors locked at 6:30 a.m. and more than 2 absences meant they had to repeat the course.) I must say, the weeks of early morning drop-offs at Roy High seemed to last forever—definitely more of an endurance race than a sprint.
The girls, all three of our daughters, certainly seem to sprint from activity to activity. Grace’s cross country season ended Friday. Sara was awarded a letter in tennis at a banquet Tuesday. Tanah performed in a choir concert Monday. Saturday Sara spent her day at Lagoon and Grace played her last soccer game of the fall season. Tanah spent Friday night as a volunteer Spider Lady at a local corn maze. Last week Sara was a defensive lineman in the Powder Puff game, Tanah, dressed as Queen Agravaine (“Once Upon a Mattress), rode a horse in the Homecoming Parade, and Grace and Sara went “stag” together to the Homecoming Dance. Tanah, accompanied by Caleb, also attended the Homecoming Dance.
Miles recorded the fastest mile time in the 6th grade Friday (6:45.01). It wasn’t a sprint but he did lap all the walkers and several joggers.
Sprinting or running a long distance, supporters are priceless. I spend a lot of time racing to and fro (figuratively and literally) at Ogden Preparatory Academy. Recently an email from Amie, my boss, boosted my race. The message said, “Teresa, Suzy is very concerned about you, which in turn concerns me. I do not want you to feel unsupported. Please let me know how you are.”
WOW. I am fine, I really am, but the email brought tears to my eyes. It felt so nice to have someone proactively looking after me. I look after students, children, a husband (he is 50, you know!), friends, neighbors, members of the ward, etc… and it was so, SO nice to have someone looking after me. I was touched by Amie’s message and seriously surprised at how much it meant to me.
Thank you, Amie, for looking after me. Truthfully, there are a lot of people looking after me. Just yesterday Tanah sent me to bed while she did dishes and made dinner, Rita brought me dog food (for Zorro, actually) and Jeanna and Chris gifted me football tickets and a treasured chance to chat. Thank you to all of you.
By default, we are all racers. May we be supporters as well.
Teresa
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