This time I’m marking time
When I was a little kid, way back in the 20th century, I remember wondering why grownups always talked the way they did. Especially when that hadn’t seen each other in a while. And the weirdest part was how they’d talk to and about us kids. They’d say things like, “Well, I remember when you were just knee-high to a grasshopper.” And “My goodness, look how much they’ve grown.” And I remember thinking, “Why do old people care so much about how tall I am?” Little did I know, it wasn’t about my height at all. They were marking time.
Here’s what got me thinking about marking time…
It’s hard to believe, but it was about 16 or 17 years ago when some friends of mind would bring their kids to come hear me sing at a popular spot in the north Denver metro area. Their five kids were (and are) some of the smartest, nicest, and most well-adjusted kids I’ve ever known. And my friends could bring them to this restaurant and never have any “scenes”.
On my breaks I’d go sit with them all. And it was so nice to be able to actually have conversations with the whole family, yes…even the kids. The oldest of the kids is Josh. He was articulate way beyond his years. And I remember how proud his parents must be to see him grow and soak in information like a sponge.
OK…back to marking time. Fast forward to this past week. Josh has now graduated magna cum laude from Harvard Law School. And he has accepted a judicial clerkship on US Court of Appeals for the Tenth Circuit. Yeah, that young kid who used to enjoy hanging out with his parents listening to me sing…he’s all grown up and important.
But something inside me wants to say, “Hey Josh…I remember when you were just knee-high to a grasshopper.”