We stood on either side of him
a range of emotion between us.
He was stoic, focused, controlled…
barely smiling, even at the antics of his teammate.
His dad and I?
Much more emotional.
How did we get here?
When did this happen?
Where did time go?
They announced his name
and he escorted us on to the track surrounding the field.
As we walked, we heard the announcer read,
“Thanks for all the support you’ve given me
over the past three years and all the driving you’ve done.
I love you guys!”
We stood and waited as the other seniors and their parents
were announced and I glanced up at the man whose arm I held,
trying to take it all in.
He awkwardly hugged me around the pads
that protect him and walked into the locker room
with his dad and his grandfather for the pre-game prayer.
He went on to play the game of his life
and his team came from behind and won
on a two point conversion with just 1:45 left in the game.
When we met up in the end zone
for the post game celebration,
he was no longer stoic.
A smile a mile wide filled his face.
I looked up into his eyes full of excitement
and realized time was looking back at me.
My questions were answered…
we got here one exciting day at a time,
one memory at a time,
over seventeen blessed years of being called Mom.
I no longer need to ask where the time went,
I look at it every day in the man my boy became.