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I always thought we had plenty of time.
During those long, sleepless nights with newborn babies I actually thought time was standing still. Hours could pass; up and down for feedings, then barely back to sleep before doing it again. Days ran together, the edges of reality blurred just a bit.
But what I wouldn’t give to have even those wee hoursback, just for a bit. Those chunks of time I took for granted as I watched it slip through my fingers, sure there would be so much more to come.
Then my babies crawled and walked and ran to that next stage where they wouldn’t need me quite so much anymore. It was wonderful and crazy and fun, each day something new to explore and learn. Even then, I felt like we had so much time on our hands. Up with the sun, not always taking a nap…those days were long.
Like time, on steroids. Time slowly ticked away, as I waited for the witching hours to pass and for the peacefulness of bath-time and bedtime to arrive. Another day of motherhood vs. toddlerhood, exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.
Time is fickle.
How can one night with a croupy toddler seem so long; yet the entire sum of 17 years is almost a blink of an eye? I am struck by the irony of this as I sit on the couch waiting for my teenager to come home.
Time crawls once again.
The Christmas gifts are piling up under the tree already. So many beautiful packages with sparkly bows; tags handwritten with the swirly script of a teenage girl or the miniature scrawl of a teenage boy.
Precious gifts, I am sure. I will love them.
But I wish someone could wrap me up a big box of time.
Because I was wrong. We didn’t have enough.
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Comment by Tonya Wertman on January 3, 2012 at 8:32pm Time is fickle and you're right there is never enough.
This made me tear up and as usual, you remind me to drink in every moment a little slower. Thank you. xoxo
Comment by amy rothenfeld on December 22, 2011 at 3:30am You blink and they grow another inch. This is a wonderful post.xoxo
It's unbelievable how fast it all goes and you captured it perfectly here. (Like you always do) So glad you have your boy home for Christmas.
Comment by Angela Amman on December 21, 2011 at 5:47pm I have to learn not to read your posts after my kids are in bed, because now I want to wake them up and hug them just a little more. And do a craft. Or something.
Thank you for this reminder.
Comment by Katie Hurley on December 21, 2011 at 12:51pm Oh Sherri, I just love this. I constantly remind myself to try to hold onto even the most trying days, because there is just no stopping time. Beautiful post.
Comment by My 3 Little Birds on December 21, 2011 at 8:49am Lovely reminder Sherri!
Beautiful post, Sherri.
You're so right...time IS fickle. I never realized that until I had children.
I would give anything to slow things down a bit...
Comment by Elizabeth Flora Ross on December 21, 2011 at 6:11am "The days are long, the years are short." Best thing anyone ever told me about motherhood. And it is so true. I think time is a gift we ALL wish for - a universal want. But, the gift we are given as mothers is the ability to live in the moment like never before. How many times pre-children did you allow yourself to stop everything and just be? Enjoy a simple and beautiful moment? I'm not sure I even noticed when they came along before. Now, I do. And while I may not be able to slow down time, I can take the opportunity to stop and enjoy the moments along the way. And they will live with me for as long as my memory does. Maybe that will be the way I cheat time.
Another lovely post, my friend!
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