I’ve been struggling lately with the essence of time.
The bright lights of my alarm clock keep me awake at night by our bed… and the numbers greet me each morning too loudly…
Throughout my day, I watch as the hands on our kitchen clock race by… 8:00 am school, a lunch meeting at noon, carpool at 3:00, dinner at 5:00 then bath time at 7:00…
7 has been a significant number throughout my life. A sacred number, if there is such a thing.
My baby girl turned 8 not long ago… and, I’m struggling with that one too…
The letting go… the growing up… the independence…
The hands on our clock that continue to race by… day after day, month after month, year after year…
tick, tock. tick, tock. tick, tock.
Last night I was able to stop time… with my camera at least.
I bathed my little girl at 7:00.
For now, I’m thankful she’s still young enough to want bubbles… young enough to splash and play… young enough to need my help washing hair…
…but not for long.
i love this. i was feeling nostalgic today–pining over my 1 yr old not being a newborn anymore. its like I saw her with her bags packed ready for college and got sad…and she’s ONE. lol. it reminded me to cherish these days…b/c they fly by so fast. Just looking at pictures of the girls last year reminds me that its flying by and they’re changing before our eyes!
great post!