Even though I have been out of school for a very long time—having recently attended my 50th seminary reunion—I still instinctively associate summertime with school vacation. Now, I get to watch my grandchildren eagerly look forward to their own summer adventures.
Summer at Kirkwood, however, has its own rhythm. It reminds me of a distinction shared with me by the adult daughter of a retired couple. She noted that working people take vacations, but retired people travel. Many of our residents here do just that, exploring new places alongside family. Of course, sometimes it is the resident who treats the whole family, sponsoring a memorable cruise for grandchildren with their beloved grandmother!
Looking back, I fondly remember the anticipation of those childhood summer breaks. Later, as a schoolteacher, I came to understand the complex debates surrounding year-round schooling. But as a student, my summers eventually shifted. By college, I was taking classes year-round, and in seminary, my summers were spent serving churches. The quintessential summer internship was youth ministry. It was labor-intensive, required incredibly late hours, and was packed with camps and conferences. It was exhilarating, joyful, and entirely exhausting.
These days, as I happily head to bed by 9:00 p.m., I look back on those nights when I stayed up into the early morning hours listening to teenage angst. I listened to stories of broken hearts, social pressures, intense academic stress, and the emotional scars that young people carry. Though I was young myself, my sacred task was to be an available, adult presence—to show those adolescents that they truly mattered simply by hearing them.
Decades later, life brings me to Kirkwood, where summer activities keep moving forward at full speed. Our residents aren’t taking a vacation from life, but the fundamental need to be heard remains exactly the same. It is a universal constant. No matter our age, and no matter how deeply our families love us, we all need someone to listen.
Listening to one another is how we show true respect and reverence for a person’s life story. I consider myself incredibly fortunate that, after all these years, listening to those stories is still my favorite piece of the journey.
Have a wonderful summer.
Peace,
Cary
