The day the braces come off

The braces came off this morning. The orthodontist wanted them on a bit longer. My son wanted them gone some time ago. No matter what anyone really wanted, the braces are off, my son is smiling big and off to finish the last few months of his senior year. The reality is that the braces are gone.

I so completely understand the orthodontist. I look at my son and have this strong desire in my soul that wants to stop time. I want to keep him around for a few more years. He’s not only my son, he’s a good friend. I’m not ready for another child to graduate high school and head out the door to college. I hate the sight of taillights leaving the driveway and driving down the road. My excuse is that he isn't ready. But he is ready or at least he will be the time that dreaded day arrives. The reality is that I’m not ready. And the reality is that no matter who is ready, that day is coming – and soon.

So what do we do? We try to give him Jesus as much as possible – not religion, but Jesus. We try to love him well, give him what he needs for life. We pray – a lot! And as the day approaches, we will try to celebrate. And then we’ll shed some tears and pray some more!

Anchored in grace,

I am Jon's dad