It’s hard to believe that so many years have come and gone…so many summers and winters…so much laughter and tears…
At work the other day, I decided to sit on the back steps of the building and take a few minutes’ break from the pressures of my job. Lost in my thoughts, a small delicate snowflake decided to make it’s presence known by floating gently in front of me.
Flurries! As I looked up into the sky, more and more white flakes were coming down…all twirling and dancing their usual winter ballet which, yearly, confirmed that winter was indeed here again.
How many winters have I seen? More than I would like to admit to! :)
But how could that be because it feels like just last year when I was throwing snowballs at friends and sliding down hills on saucer-shaped sleds!
Wasn’t it just two weeks ago when my oldest daughter was born…and a week later, my youngest?
Time seems so slow when you want a specific hour to arrive…yet where did the time go? So many memories of loved ones now passed…their faces I can still see…their voices I can still “hear”.
So many holidays and special occasions where laughter and fun abounded…and loneliness thrived alongside silence.
So many mistakes made that can’t be corrected…so many good decisions that helped make life worthwhile.
So much wishing that I could go back in time to correct certain things…and to appreciate even more deeply those things that still make me smile to this day.
The memory of my oldest daughter wanting to bake cookies for her Pre-school class when she couldn’t even see the top of the stove!
And the memory of my youngest daughter wanting to help scale fish while just a tadpole, herself!
How long were they young? Because it seems as though they have been grownups for quite some time now….each daughter choosing and walking down her own individual path of life. Please, God, let them make wiser decisions than me so that when they are much older, their regrets will be far less!
So many memories that it would take another lifetime just to list everything! And still there would be memories missing because they existed too long ago.
And then my break from work ended. My watch said it was time for me to go back inside again.
As I rose to a standing position, my body groaned with the effort of having to straighten out joints that have done so much bending and straightening out over the years.
Once again I was made painfully aware that time, indeed, keeps relentlessly traveling forward…and that although I may still feel as though I’m twenty-three and looking out of the eyes of this body that God has let me use, this body does not look like how I feel inside of it.
I am still young…ageless…but the day will eventually arrive when I have to finally leave this body behind.
And I am certain that on that day I will ask, “where did the time go?”
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