Time is like sand, the way it slips through the cracks between your fingers and disappears under your feet before you can catch it, and before you even notice it is gone. It’s hard to see the way time changes things until it’s pointed out to you. For example…
Time is a thief.
Time has stolen my squishy, sweet-smelling, finger-gripping babies. My little baby boy turned two this month. I just signed my youngest daughter up for her very first dance class with her little best friend. My son starts first grade in a matter of days, where he will spend 7 hours away from me and eat a meal completely independently (gulp). My oldest daughter has skills that I don’t possess myself. It’s strange when your child can do something you can’t do.
Time has taken most of my imagination, all of my twenties, and my ability to stay up past midnight without turning into a brainless rage monster the next day.
I’m terribly sentimental and guilty of holding on to things too tightly. It’s hard for me to see change in a positive light, especially when the changes mean my little ones are disappearing forever. I’m trying to change my perspective of time and just embrace it since there’s no stopping it. I’m trying to find reasons to love time (or at least like it).
Time is a giver.
Time has taken my siblings who used to annoy me by stealing my clothes and given me my very best friends. Who has more in common with you, and knows more about you than your siblings (and still loves you anyway)??
It has turned my parents from “bossy”, rule-setting fun-squashers into these wise, funny, incredibly experienced teachers-slash-therapists that I love and appreciate more than ever.
Time has taken my high school boyfriend and transformed him into a man whose hands I can place my life in everyday, knowing that he will provide for my children and me and make me laugh along the way.
Time takes pieces of my babies while they sleep in their beds, and leaves me with these budding best friends that tell jokes containing real and actual humor. They’re becoming beautiful and talented little people that make me so proud that I go almost immediately into the ugly cry as I watch them grow.
Time took my darkest, lowest, saddest moments and polished them up until they became shiny little experience nuggets, full of life lessons and wisdom.
Time has taken my fears and worries and given me strength and faith in return.
Time is always passing.
Time waits for no one. Every flinch of the hands on the clock is another second passed. There is no getting it back, no doing it over. All of that weighs very heavily on me and my heart. I’ve learned that those things that can be lost or changed by time need to be taken most seriously, and given top priority.
I will smile more, love more, forgive more, laugh more, and serve more.
I will put down my phone and really listen to my children. I will play with them. I will experience life as it is happening. My children are only small once, so I will soak them up now.
I will always miss what time takes from me (except for my period. I don’t think I’ll ever miss that). I long to be 17 again, and I wish I could freeze my children as they are now. But I will love and cherish the gifts time leaves me with because, in the end, those gifts and time itself are all we really have.
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