I was writing out a check to pay for the kids’ piano lessons when it struck me: it is September. The slight chill in the morning air confirms what the calendar states. Fall is on the way and 2012 is almost over.
I cannot believe how quickly time has flown this past year. Summer seemed to be over in the blink of an eye and now I find myself getting ready for autumn feeling slightly dazed and whiplashed.
It is September.
Everything is moving so rapidly these days. I try to dig in deep and catch a hold of something, anything to slow down this frantic speed. My children are growing in front of my very eyes, shedding their childhood faster than I thought possible.
When they were babies and time felt like a sleepless eternity of feeding, rocking, and burping, I would pray for the close to a seemingly endless day. Time moved so slowly then, inching by almost painfully, and like an ungrateful fool I wished it away.
Now as I sit a little more to the sidelines in my childrens’ lives I find that time has sped up so much that I can barely keep pace with it. I find myself trying to do the impossible and make everything slow down, attempting to keep my children little for a bit longer. I want to make them babies again.
The irony is not lost on me.
I’m afraid to take my eyes off of them for a minute, a second even, because when I look back I might find them all grown up. And I don’t want to miss a single thing.
Heaven help me, it’s September, already.