Saturday, July 14, 2012
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked. ~ Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle
I remember as a young mother, when life was so full and incredibly hectic and I hardly had a moment to myself. Each milestone that came along in my children's lives was something to celebrate. One step closer to independence for them, one step closer for me as well. I can't say I celebrated those moments exactly, but little did I know at that time just how fleeting their childhoods would be.
I remember when my son approached me and asked if I'd be willing to do the day care for our first grandson when he was born. I can't believe now how I hesitated in answering, but I did. I had finally gained my independence from the responsibilities of "momhood" and I had a part time job I enjoyed. I agreed to it after I thought about it, and I have never regretted it. Being such an active part of my grandsons' lives has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I savor every moment of it.
You see, with the passage of time I now know just how fast time moves forward. This time, in hindsight, I know how important it is to treasure every moment. Every moment. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad.
I have been blessed to be a part of childhood again. Childhood is a precious commodity.
At 58, I am quite aware this is most likely the last time I will ever have babies to rock to sleep on a daily basis. It is the last time I'll have a big storage bin of toys tucked away in the closet. One of these days Spongebob and Max & Ruby will be erased for the last time off the DVR. There will be no more finger smudges to wipe off the picture window. No more...no more...no more....
Excuse me. I have to stop. I can't see thru the tears.