I’m not sure how I regarded Time before I had children (not the band, though they do have a song called “The Bird.”). I suppose I never considered milestones and firsts. Well, there are the obvious bridges we cross that entail Pomp and Circumstance or Pachelbel’s Canon. Pomp and Circumstance makes me cry, even if I hear it on an ABC Family made-for-TV-movie. Lord knows what a wreck I’ll be when I hear that tune and see my Bird and Deal march across the stage in a cap and gown. I pray they won’t be the irreverent boys who moon the crowd or drop trou in any fashion.
When my boys were little I was snap happy and documented every milestone big and small. As they get older it seems their growth is more about stepping stones than milestones. The subtle changes in their maturity and curiosity floor me everyday. Their toothless grins and baby pudge have given way to missing teeth and chiseled bone structure. I find it a most strange phenomenon that my sons age while I seem to hang steady at a comfortable 30-something perch. Ahem. Humor me.
Time plays tricks on me indeed.
How could this cherubic chocoholic
become this toothless kid in just a few years?
And how could this toothless baby
suddenly be this little big boy?
Seriously, where does Time go? Does it just poof into thin air, into the etherland? Does it somehow linger behind us in 8mm images for us to review at the Pearly Gates? Time is a sneaky beast. We never have enough of it, yet paradoxically we sometimes have too much on our hands. We want it to speed up. We want it to slow down. We want it to freeze, rewind, fast forward. Time doesn’t slip through our fingers, for it doesn’t slow down enough for us to even touch its fluttering wings. If there is one thing we cannot trap, it’s Time. Time is something we’ll never have enough of, so we might as well just sit back and cherish what we get.
i thought you were going to be talking about that magazine, what with the capitalization and all… 🙂