Smelly Shoes

by Rich on January 1, 2018

It’s the end of the year, and time for a quick recap of some of the highlights of 2017!

Nah… I’m just yanking your chain. I wouldn’t do that to you. Let’s face it… you’ll see eleventy billion “year in review” pieces all over the place during the next few days. And plenty of “How To” columns about making changes in your life for next year, as well. Not that there’s anything wrong with those kinds of articles, mind you. Frankly, I tend to enjoy them. But do you really need one more? And from a guy like me? Probably not.

I could also write a very in depth diatribe about why we can never have too many bowl games at the end of the college football season, or how I don’t get basketball like I wish I did, or reasons why you should pay attention to soccer. But I won’t.

Because today I want to talk to you about smelly shoes and the seasons in our lives.

It is no secret to parents around the globe that teenagers, especially boys, have an uncanny ability to create the most horrendous smelling shoes. I can’t speak to teenage girls, because I don’t have one of those. But being the dad of a 17 year old son, I can tell you… they know how to generate the funk. Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe it’s hygiene. I honestly don’t know. But holy cow, do those dogs bark. And why do I bring this up, and what does it have to do with the seasons in our lives? Good questions.

My son’s shoes don’t stink anymore, and it kind of makes me sad. I also no longer help him with homework, nor do I have to remind him to brush his teeth. Which means that a season of my life is coming to a close, and a new one is about to begin and that’s both exciting and scary. Exciting because I can’t wait to see what life has in store for me and him, and scary, for exactly the same reason. It makes me sad because I know this is a time I won’t ever have again. It is a season I will never again experience once it ends.

It’s not that I love smelly shoes or homework. I don’t. But those are the things that come with a kid and that’s while I will miss them.

I bring all of this up today because over the holiday break, my son and I have spent a lot of time together doing mostly guy stuff and I have been soaking up every second of it because this is likely the last holiday break we will get to have where we get to spend so much time together. Whatever life holds for him, I know that spending a few weeks hanging around the house, doing little more than playing video games and watching football with his old man, are most likely not in the cards. From now on, the holidays will be a series of compromises and quickly grasped moments. I will be one of many choices, not the default. And that’s ok, because that’s life. Seasons change. That’s why they are called seasons. But this season in my life has been especially good, and I’m going to miss it.

But not the smelly shoes. Those I will not miss.

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Peggy January 2, 2018 at 10:41 am

So glad you realize these are moments and times to treasure. They are so quickly changed, replaced by other seasons to treasure, but never enough. How many wonderful memories I have of my son, how seeing him and being with him is never enough but always more than I deserve. It is a gift only God can give us to be able to let him go while holding him close. I love you son.


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