Where does the time go?
I thought it was only yesterday – but I guess I am wrong. The memories are so clear and the feelings so real. That day I brought her home – how can that have been 15 years ago?
As I have gotten older, time just seems to fly by.
When my kids were young – when I was young, time just seemed to tick by so slowly. The days, at times seemed endless. Running after little ones, doing laundry, and keeping the little ones occupied stretched the minutes, and often my patience to the limit. Tantrums, potty training, battles of the wills, bedtime drama, all left me worn and tired. And although the days seemed so long, night and sleep never seemed long enough.
I remember the looking for, hoping for, and waiting for the next milestone with such anticipation. Will she tie her own shoe today? Is today the day she will dress herself? Is she going to have as much fun at school as I will have in my couple of hours of alone time? Anticipation, waiting, and rejoicing when the times finally came were the norm. Not because I was anxious to have grown up children, but because I wanted to see them learn and grow. And let’s be honest, as they grow, the physical demands of motherhood change. As they hit those milestones, I looked forward to some of my own energy, time and sleep back.
But, now, it moves so quickly. It was in the blink of an eye, my family grew up. My little girls have become young women and are beginning to step out into the world as independents. Each day passes by before I know it and I am one step closer to having grown three adults.
It is a happy, but also a sad thing for a mom. I still look with anticipation for the milestones they will hit – driver’s license, turning 18, graduating from college, starting a career. I look forward to watching them spread their wings and soar, but I also feel the pang of not having them in my grip. The desire to loosen my hold and the demands it brought are replaced by a desire to hold on and say “don’t go yet!”
Isn’t that the way? The times we don’t want to end seem to end way too quickly.
As I watched my youngest daughter blow out the candles to celebrate her 15th year of life, I was struck. My time as the everyday, every action influence is limited. It will move fast. It will be gone before I know it, and I will have raised three beautiful and capable women.
So for now, I will make the most of the time I have with them. I will cherish every moment, each memory, and each milestone. I will hope for them, dream for them, love them, and do my best to prepare them. The days that I had to drag time along behind me have passed. Now it runs in front of me, outpacing me. I will hang on to the memories in my heart and mind, for I know that I can’t capture the time and keep it still.
How about you? Has time passed by in the blink of an eye? How are you cherishing the moments?