Time is very strange.
Sometimes, it passes too quickly, like the blink of an eye, and you can barely recall how the moments went by.
Other times, it passes too slowly, moving at a dreadfully tedious pace—where every second feels like an eternity, and the clock staring back at you from across the room seems to have stopped working, but you can still hear the constant ticking.
Of course, time passes quickly when you're having a great time, when things are just right, and when you don't want to the night to end.
Other times, like when your child is sick and you're up worrying all night, time slows down and all you want is for it to hurry up, so you can see the sun rise again.
Yesterday, my son brought home a book from school, filled with all the work he has done so far this year. I sat down, reading with him, in awe of all he's learned. Seeing his little letters and words, written as best as a little five year old can write, brought tears to my eyes. As he sat there explaining to me the work he's done I couldn't believe how fast time had gone by.
Where is my little baby boy—the baby I only yesterday brought home from the hospital, too scared to close my eyes for one second, in fear that I would miss something? Where did the days go, when he was a baby who could be rocked to sleep in my arms?
Later, I watched him playing with his little brother, who is now almost three years old. Again, I was blown away by how big he had gotten, and just listening to them talking to eachother, playing, fighting, giggling—made me emotional. I want to freeze time, so I can take it all in and not miss a thing. I want to remember these days and never forget.
I have to remind myself to slow down and take in all that is happening now. Be in the present. "Enjoy every second—they grow up too quickly!" was written on almost every card I received at my baby shower. And it's so true. Time passes too quickly, sometimes.
Sometimes, it passes too quickly, like the blink of an eye, and you can barely recall how the moments went by.
Other times, it passes too slowly, moving at a dreadfully tedious pace—where every second feels like an eternity, and the clock staring back at you from across the room seems to have stopped working, but you can still hear the constant ticking.
Of course, time passes quickly when you're having a great time, when things are just right, and when you don't want to the night to end.
Other times, like when your child is sick and you're up worrying all night, time slows down and all you want is for it to hurry up, so you can see the sun rise again.
Yesterday, my son brought home a book from school, filled with all the work he has done so far this year. I sat down, reading with him, in awe of all he's learned. Seeing his little letters and words, written as best as a little five year old can write, brought tears to my eyes. As he sat there explaining to me the work he's done I couldn't believe how fast time had gone by.
Where is my little baby boy—the baby I only yesterday brought home from the hospital, too scared to close my eyes for one second, in fear that I would miss something? Where did the days go, when he was a baby who could be rocked to sleep in my arms?
Later, I watched him playing with his little brother, who is now almost three years old. Again, I was blown away by how big he had gotten, and just listening to them talking to eachother, playing, fighting, giggling—made me emotional. I want to freeze time, so I can take it all in and not miss a thing. I want to remember these days and never forget.
I have to remind myself to slow down and take in all that is happening now. Be in the present. "Enjoy every second—they grow up too quickly!" was written on almost every card I received at my baby shower. And it's so true. Time passes too quickly, sometimes.
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