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Having a 10-year-old who isn’t used to having the umbilical cord stretched too far, I decided it was time to have a sit-down and talk to Canyon about the trip I’ll be taking in the very near future.

Over the course of the last few weeks, I have mentioned that it’s coming up. We will sit and talk about it for a few minutes, but then he’s off to do other things.

I suddenly snap-to and think, “What just happened here?” I expected wailing, body convulsions, hissyfits beyond all normal human comprehension, drama unfolding like a Shakespeare tragedy.

It’s not what I get.

Instead, he manages a look that feigns sadness. I get an arm around my shoulders as he says, “But I’ll miss you...”

He leans into me for a mere split second and then bounds out of the room.

The bigger baby, I realize, is the almost 60-year-old who lives under the same roof.

As I mention the trip to him, pointing out the various times that Canyon has to be waked for school, dropped off at school, picked up at school, housecleaning chores and the like, he starts twisting his fingers and tugging on his hair.

“How long are you gonna be gone?” he asks for the 113th time.

“Two weeks. It’s on the calendar,” I say, tapping the pencil on the calendar, “See? I leave here...” indicating the day of the week, “and I return here. It’s all laid out. Drop me off, pick me up.”

“What time am I supposed to wake him up in the morning?” he asks, twisting his shirt til his fingers turn blue.

“Seven forty-five. Turn on the shower, that sound helps to get him up. Don’t let him stay in there any longer than 10 minutes.”

Who is this person I’m talking to? Hasn’t he lived in the same house with us for the last 10 years? Does he not know one dang stinkin’ thing about getting this boy off to school?

Oh wait. That’s right. Five years ago I took a similar trip and later learned that my son had gone to kindergarten one morning in nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of Power Ranger boxer briefs — the kind that look like bike shorts.

All morning long the kids called him “Underwear Boy.” He didn’t care. He was the center of attention that whole day.

How did the child manage to get out of the house, into the truck, dropped off at school with daddy waving goodbye and daddy not notice he was only wearing chones?

Fortunately, Canyon has learned the fine art of dressing himself, so I have no problems there.

I have taught him how to use the washing machine and dryer so that he can wash and dry his own clothes.

I do not trust that the bigger baby will remember to do laundry while I’m away.

“Does he need to take lunches to school?” he asks, hands twitching as he anxiously makes notes.

I could see the terror written all over his face. And I could see the complete embarrassment on Canyon’s face if he opened his lunchbox to find a can of peas and an avocado stuffed in there.

No sandwich. No chips. No peanut butter and celery. Just the can and the ‘cado.

“No, no, he buys lunch at school.” Luckily buying a school lunch is cheaper than making one at home.

I can’t even let the thought of dinnertime come into the picture. They will have to sort that out for themselves. I may have to stop off and buy McDonald’s coupons before I leave.

I decide that it’s time to go on the defensive.

I call Canyon into my office and sit him down to have another heart-to-heart.

In my low nurturing-voice sorta way I tell him, “You will have to take care of things around here while I’m gone. I want you to be sure to remind Dad to clean up after he cooks, to wash and put the dishes in the proper place (as he usually puts things away in drawers and not cupboards and I end up on a scavenger hunt), and to make sure the floors are clean. I need you to take out the trash and vacuum. Check the laundry basket every couple of days to make sure the clothes get done. If you need food, call me. I’ll figure something out.

“Make sure you eat breakfast every morning and make sure you get to choir on time. Do not let Daddy be late. Think you can handle it?”
He mulls it over for a minute and asks, “What’ll I do if Dad starts crying once you’re gone?”

I reach down into the Walmart bag at my feet for the secret weapon.

“Pop this video in ... he’ll be fine.”

“Ooo! Is it ‘Girls Gone Wild’?” he asks excitedly, flipping it over.

“Don’t be silly. It’s ‘What About Bob.’ Daddy’s favorite. As long as it’s on the DVD player, you shouldn’t have any trouble. Get him a Coke and a snack and he’ll be fine. You’ll know you can leave him alone when he starts laughing like Ricky Ricardo. I will reward you handsomely when I get home.”

Thankfully he doesn’t have to worry about diaper changing.

Yet.

In Effingham County, Progress Starts With a Plan
Guest Editorial by Susan Kraut, President/CEO of Effingham County Chamber of Commerce
Susan Kraut column
A sold-out crowd of more than 150 business and community leaders gathered at Effingham’s New Ebenezer Retreat Center Sept. 24 for the Chamber of Commerce’s annual State of the County Luncheon, hearing updates on economic growth, education, and infrastructure across Effingham County. (Submitted photo)

At last Wednesday’s sold-out State of the County luncheon, more than 150 business and community leaders heard a message that resonated throughout the program: We have a plan, and we’re sticking to it.

Effingham County City Manager Tim Callanan opened his remarks with that thought. It was simple, but powerful. In an era when news feeds churn with controversy and change, it served as a reminder that behind the scenes, steady planning is happening – and those plans are beginning to bear fruit.

Businesses and residents often express frustration about roads, zoning, parks, schools or economic development, feeling that growth is outpacing action. The truth, as Callanan underscored, is that many of those actions are already underway, rooted in master plans that cover everything from transportation and stormwater to parks, communications and public safety.

The challenge is that plans only matter if people know they exist. Too often, businesses and citizens forget these plans are in place, don’t know where to find them or don’t realize how to weigh in at the right moments. When that happens, the community loses the chance to shape its own future and to express the value of those plans – why they matter and why they’re worth supporting.

Planning delivers progress

Last week’s luncheon highlighted how “plans” translate into progress. Mayor Kevin Exley shared Rincon’s ranking as one of Georgia’s safest cities and the city’s launch of the Citizen Central app – a small but meaningful step toward accessible local government. Springfield’s new city manager, Lauren Eargle, outlined a capital improvement plan that includes sidewalks, drainage and playgrounds, along with the less glamorous but vital work of a $35 million wastewater plant upgrade. Guyton’s city manager, Bill Lindsey, discussed contracting with planning consultants, winning grants for sidewalks, and reinvesting in Bazemore Park and downtown revitalization. These aren’t random acts; they’re evidence of intentional planning.

The school district provided another example when Superintendent Yancy Ford noted that Effingham now serves nearly 14,500 students speaking 33 languages. That diversity is an asset – but it also requires careful, proactive investment to maintain the high standards families expect. His most powerful point concerned ESPLOST, the 1-cent Education Special Purpose Local Option Sales Tax. Thanks to community support over the years, ESPLOST has built classrooms, purchased buses, enhanced safety measures, provided Chromebooks to all students, added security cameras and access-control systems, created inclusive playgrounds and athletic facilities open to the community, supported hands-on learning spaces like Honey Ridge, and established the College & Career Academy – a facility credited by Ford as helping lift the district’s graduation rate above 90% and expanding career pathways for a rapidly diversifying student body. And it has done so without incurring long-term debt.

Why ESPLOST matters

Among these examples of planning, none is clearer than ESPLOST — a long-term, voter-approved blueprint for funding education, renewed every five years to stay ahead of growth. The November ballot will again include the ESPLOST renewal, giving voters the opportunity to continue this proven approach to funding school facilities, technology, safety, transportation, inclusive playgrounds and community-accessible athletic fields. Renewing ESPLOST does not create a new tax; it simply extends the existing 1-cent sales tax, allowing residents, visitors and businesses to contribute to improvements that benefit every student. Without it, many of the projects parents and community members count on – such as new buses, safer schools, modern classrooms, career pathways and accessible playgrounds – would stall or require long-term debt.

Renewing ESPLOST is about more than bricks and mortar. It is not a reactionary measure but part of an intentional, ongoing plan to manage growth and maintain education – reinforcing the theme that plans become progress. As the district’s population becomes increasingly diverse and enrollment continues to rise, sustained ESPLOST funding is crucial to scaling programs, expanding facilities and maintaining the high graduation rates and opportunities that families expect. It is about protecting Effingham County’s tradition of educational excellence, maintaining property values and ensuring the workforce being prepared in our schools is ready to meet the needs of local employers. It is an investment in students, families and the future of our communities.

A call to the community

Effingham County is growing. Growth brings challenges, but it also brings opportunities. As the luncheon demonstrated, leaders at every level are working to guide that growth thoughtfully. The next step belongs to business owners, parents and neighbors – to lean in, stay informed and participate.

When hearing about a master plan, a referendum or a public meeting, don’t assume it is someone else’s job. Look up the plan, attend the forum, ask questions and cast a vote. That is how plans become progress – and how a yes vote on ESPLOST reaffirms and continues the community’s long-term plan for educational excellence, reinvesting in Effingham County’s future.