Change

Change is interesting. It can mean many things. For example, it's the stuff left over after we buy things. It's also the stuff my wife and kids take from the car when they want to do a Wendy's dollar menu run. Love the Double Bacon Cheese Burger! It also happens in life. Today my life changed or rather returned to what it was about 15 years ago. I wonder if change is really a return. I don't know but in this case it was a return. How? I had to mow my lawn again. I have had a couple of boys that have done that for the last while. The girls say they did it too but no one (mom) seems to remember that happening. Anyway, I mowed my lawn. It felt good but I am not as swift (yes that applies to the mental side as well) as I used to be. I was never fast but I could lumber with the best of them. I remember 15 years ago teaching my youngest son James how to mow the lawn. He would come out with me and hold onto the handle and I would stradle him as we mowed together. His brother Jared would come out summers and he would mow really well when he was younger but then he got older and moved on. About the time Jared was moving on, James was ready to go. It was a struggle for him at first but he always tried. Today I struggled a bit with the hills and rock walls but I, too, persevered and got it done. It took longer than I remember but I enjoyed the smell of the fresh cut grass (not the part where the dog crap got mixed up with the grass, however) and the sweat stinging my eyes. I guess the sweat was convenient in my eyes so I had an excuse for my tears as I contemplated change for me and my boys. It always comes.