Good morning…
- (idiomatic) To procrastinate, put off; to dawdle, avoid, or make progress slowly and reluctantly.
- I have been dragging my feet about filing my taxes.
- (idiomatic) To intentionally stall, to delay, to obstruct.
- (delay, stall): slow-walk, dilly-dally
I google the phrase “drag one’s feet” on Wiktionary.org, since for a few week now I have noticed myself doing just that. I am procrastinating and putting off, delaying and dawdling. But why? Why am I dragging my feet, LORD?
I feel restless resistance as I try to craft and send an invitational email, a single email ending an important era. For the past seven years, since our oldest son was a high school senior, I have hosted a Lovett Sr. Moms Study, most often in our living room. For seven straight school years, on Wednesdays 1:00 to 2:30 pm, I have invited all interested moms from the current senior class to share an easy read and our hard, mixed emotions.
This year my emotions are harder and more mixed as our youngest of four children will be at college next year, leaving behind a too quiet nest. Yet alongside missing his presence in our home, I am going to miss the presence of our Lovett Sr. Moms Study in the middle of my week.
Many ask, “Why not keep offering the opportunity to future classes of moms?”
Let’s be honest. Without a child at the school, I know I will gradually grow obsolete. Celebrating a natural end point, I do not want to be one who overstays her welcome. And what a beautiful welcome Wednesday afternoons have extended.
Year after year, I have met new women to add to the moms I already love. We have shared sacred life stories. We have talked through tragedies in our community together. We have discussed candidly how hard it is to watch our babies grow up, flying away from our open arms into their own bright futures.
You are right. Most days of the week I host other small groups of women in our home, but this annual Sr. Moms Study has been truly special, deeply real, especially raw, as we have faced together the bittersweet, unstoppable passage of time. But no more dilly-dallying. I need to write this final invitation into our Lovett Sr. Moms Study. No more dragging my feet.
When birth pangs signaled it was time to be born… (Hosea 13:13a, MSG).
…Sue…
