I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic this week because my son reached a milestone birthday age.
Could he really be 30 years old? Where did the years go? I have a son who’s 30 years old?
Like it or not, I’m getting old. It seems like I was just pushing 30 myself. But the years have marched on seemingly without me even knowing. Sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t recognize that guy. What happened to Mark?
It was back in 1983 when our lives changed forever with the birth of the first of our two children. Nothing has been the same since for us. Your life becomes their life. Their triumphs are your triumphs. Their trials are your trials.
It’s all good, all in God’s master plan. But it’s certainly an amazing journey. My best advice would be to enjoy the ride and savor the moments. Then when you’re looking back on 30 years like I am today, you’ll have no regrets. I don’t. I maintain a strong relationship with both my son and daughter even though neither is living in the area. I’m proud of who they’ve become and proud of their spouses, too.
Now, if they will just start working on making me a grandpa.
Surely I’m not that old.
Well, not yet anyway.
I remember the day before Stephen was born, I was covering a football game at Henry R. Evans Stadium in Russell and my wife was with me. Ivan McGlone hadn’t even been on the Red Devil sidelines 10 years at that point.
Beth was feeling a little uncomfortable and we both thought it was because of the frozen burrito we had for supper before the game. She just couldn’t get comfortable on one of those press box stools (frankly, I was having a little trouble myself).
She wasn’t due for another week so having the baby wasn’t foremost in our minds as to the discomfort she was experiencing.
But the next day, Stephen came screaming into the world. He was our bouncing baby boy. What a moment!
It wasn’t trumpeted on Facebook or Twitter, and giraffes were still only known as the animal from Africa and not everybody’s profile picture. As a matter of fact, we didn’t even have the Internet. And, you know what, we seemed to handle everything just fine.
You couldn’t ask Google what the baby sound goo-goo really meant. You had to figure it out yourself.
My wife was four years into what has been an amazing 34-year teaching career at Rose Hill Christian School. I was eight years into my career as a sportswriter at this newspaper, never imagining that the next 30 years would take me to the corner office, and never knowing the stories I would be able to share and tell to our readership over those years.
Some of that space was about my children, like the day Stephen caught a home run ball in Great American Ball Park or the excitement and buildup of my daughter’s wedding that became an instruction guide for fathers who were going through that same, uh, joy.
I have a child who’s 30 years old?
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Messiah sing update
Here’s the latest news on the Dec. 8 community “Messiah” Sing at Plaza Nazarene Church.
Director Carl Taylor is still inviting anyone who would like to participate. He has the soloists lined up: Karen Curnutte (soprano), Theresa Russell (soprano), Karen Hopkins (alto), Mark Baker (tenor) and Neil DeAtley (bass).
Dan Boyer and Beth Ann Smith, teachers at Blazer and Russell, respectively, have a full contingent of string players ready; John Johnson at Boyd County has the wind players lined up except for oboe.
Taylor said he has contacted five area churches and is encouraging choir members to participate. The plan is to have two rehearsals.
Stay tuned for further information.
MARK MAYNARD can be reached at (606) 326-2648.