Where does the time go?

That’s what I’m contemplating tonight.

In just the blink of an eye he’s gone from uttering a word here and there, to thinking on his own and rationalizing the world around him, a su manera. 

Where does the time go?

Honestly, I can’t put into words the feelings that come pouring into my heart when I look at this picture and think of all the moments we’ve shared. It’s gut wrenching almost because as parents we never really stop to think how precious every moment really is. We don’t understand that before we know it babies are adults. Living their own lives. Being independent. As they should be. Yet somehow growing up too soon.

We worry about the roof over their heads. The food on the table. The clothes on their back. The homework they need to do. The ways they should and should not act. The friends they keep. The travesuras they get into. The things they want and don’t really need. The list goes on and on. And we seldom stop to take in the sweetness that is the relationship between child and parent.

There’s love there, yes. But also trust, faith, compassion, hope, respect, and above all else gratitude. Gratitude for the opportunity life gives us to grow up and old together.

He’s hitting his teens.

Not sure exactly yet what stage I’m on.

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