In two weeks, I will be taking my three year old to her kindy orientation morning.
Three years ago we were there for my six year old, and she was only three months old.
I'm sure at the time it didn't even cross my mind that we would be back for 'the baby' in three years.
And if it did I'm sure I didn't realize it would come around so quickly.
This is one of the toughest things about parenting for me.
Changing, growing, aging.
I know that's why I have to appreciate the now, and live in the moment.
And I do as much as I can.
But because I over-think everything, it's a constant source of sadness for me.
I even said to my boy the other day, "You have to stay six forever, you're not allowed to grow up."
As I type, I have a lump in my throat.
My theory about time seeming to go more quickly the older you get is...
Every year, a year becomes a smaller fraction of the whole of your life.
When you are two, a year is half of your life.
When you are forty, it's a fortieth...much smaller.
Imagine how it must feel when you're 80, 90, 100?!
*Blink* It's another year? Already??
I can imagine, when I get to that age, I'll be shaking my head wondering how I got there...so quickly.
I know that I will be doing that because I do it now, all the time.
How did my kids get to be so big?
How can it be the end of the school year already, didn't we just start yesterday?
How can my baby girl be ready to go to kindy next year??
I know, I know, I know...
It's called life,
it's called living!
But wouldn't it be nice to have a pause button, just sometimes?
And really, this whole aging thing,
it's just wrong.
Wouldn't it have been a much better design plan to let us keep our youthful bodies and minds??
Why does it all have to wear out and break down, anyway?
I know, I know, I know...
It's the grand plan,
but it could do with a bit of tweaking, don't you think? ;)
Thea, you know, I struggle with this too. It seems that it takes my emotions a week or two to catch up to the reality of them growing up. Just as it takes me a week or two to accept each new wrinkle/grey hair of my own.
ReplyDeleteBUT, once I get over the yearning to hold on to what was, and embrace what is, I am OK.
And if it is any consolation, and I never thought I would say it, I am LOVING Lexie being at kindy. It's hilarious.
I am dreading when this time comes, although it is 12 months away, I know the time will fly. With all that we have lost this year, it makes me want to hold on even tighter, to never let her go :(
ReplyDeleteI look at my 8 year old, who has suddenly gone very long and gangly, and wonder where the time has gone! He lets me hug him but no kisses *sighs*. It would be nice to slow things down sometimes. Jen
ReplyDeleteI read this as my nine nearly ten year old lay next to me and cried. I sometimes wish I could slow time down and keep them young for longer.
ReplyDeleteAs for me I love getting older.
I wish I had my youthful pert and healthy little body now I am old enough to know what to do with it and how to look after it......:)
ReplyDeleteI hear you! I went through the digital photos for printing yesterday. Ah, those boys of mine were so cute. Still are. But not babies any more. Growing, growing, growing. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel Thea. My son started kindergarten this year. He is getting tall and lanky. He still likes to hold my hand, though, and sit in my lap for a quick cuddle. I hope that lasts!
ReplyDeleteIt is funny you should post this. I was just thinking today how the years pass so fast when you are older. I hope that the rest of my life doesn't go as fast as the last 7 years did. I blame the children. They make life so busy that it passes by in, as you say, a blink of an eye.
ReplyDeleteOh Thea, I feel for you. They really do grow up so fast. My baby turned 20 yesterday.... so sad, I wrote about it here http://lindat44.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-baby-boy.html
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