Today I went to run an errand at my first time Kindergartner’s new school. I had been there before to take a tour and even worked in schools but never had I been there as a parent of student. I felt so weird and awkward. As I walked through the halls with one of the secretaries, I giggled as I told her it felt like I should be going to school. Could I really have a child old enough to be starting school?
In preparation for my daughter’s big day, I bought new tennis shoes and her twig legs looked like they were strapped with large bricks as she ran cheerfully through the store. How long those legs have gotten in just a short amount of time.
Time seems to be a phenomenon. People who have older children will have a look in their eye, as if watching a movie reel of memories in their mind. They look off in the distance and then return to meet your gaze and make a comment on how they grow up fast.
I love my children. I love watching them dance, sing, fly, create, and just be beautiful little souls inside those beautiful little bodies. Sometimes I close my eyes and listen to my children speak and am quickly reminded of just how little they are. I want to hold those mini voices forever in my mind, for it will be changing fast.
I recently visited my hometown on the East Coast and looked through timeless pictures of my grandmother looking radiant in her youthfulness. As I saw pictures of her life and up until now, her 88th year, I was amazed at how slow time seemed to tick in my mind in relation to her life. Slow is in the eye of the beholder.
The joy I felt in seeing my grandmother watch her great “grandbabies” is indescribable. Although her youthfulness is only seen in her heart, I caught that twinkle in her eye and knew she remembered what it was like to be so young and uninhibited.
I hear they grow fast. I feel how time flies. I watch the seasons pass with increased speed. I can only hope time ticks as slow as it did as I watched my grandmother’s life move with a sense of grace.
May I relish in the joy life brings.