Time Flies

Time flies when you’re having fun – or not. Whatever the circumstances, life goes on and eventually you have cause to stop and wonder how you got to where are now. Our children, the ones who stole our hearts when we were barely adults, grow up far too quickly and when they reach adulthood it seems impossible that all those years have passed by.

You realize that you’re not 20 anymore as you watch high school end, college years pass by, and soon you’re shopping for different clothes – a mother-of-the-groom outfit followed by mother-of-the-bride dresses, garments you’ve always thought belonged to a woman of a certain age, certainly not you, not yet.

Then the grandchildren arrive and you fall in love again. You attend birthdays, dance recitals, concerts and what’s this? Graduation time already? This week our eldest grandchild, a stunningly beautiful young woman, walks across the stage to accept her high school diploma and set out on her adult life with plans for a bright and exciting future.

Just last week, we watched a very special grandson receive an award as his kindergarten year ends. He’s not the youngest but his journey, just beginning, for sure will be one of the most interesting. God willing we will be there to see every one of them graduate from high school and watch them follow whatever post secondary road they choose. Sooner or later, I’ll have to admit I’m not 40 anymore 60 anymore. The years have flown by.

I will shop, each time, for something appropriate to wear. I will have to admit to sensible shoes, something in (blegh) mauve polyester, a lacy cardigan. Maybe when time takes another leap and flings me into octogenarianism, I will be ready for that, but not yet, oh please, not yet.