Time is a funny thing.
I remember when I ran through the dorm trying to get my laundry done and when I passed by the t.v. room a TON of people were in there watching some show called “Friends.”
After I loaded the dryer with my acid wash jeans (oh kidding, I NEVER wore those…) I came back and sat and watched it and laughed my butt off. And now, that same show has been off the air for several years (btw, I still miss it…)
I have a photograph of my parents that sits on the shelf I pass by every time I enter the kitchen. It was taken in 1992 on a trip to Colorado, the LAST vacation I took with them, just my parents and I. I love their smiles and the background.
But they are older now. And every time I look at that photo, I see it. I see how time has marched on.
I see it when I look at my children.
Even the baby. But especially The B Man.
I bought new pajamas for him the other day and was just sure the pants would be too long. They were not.
I remember the first moment I held him, my first baby.
They didn’t give him to me right away after I birthed him. I came to find out he wasn’t breathing. A lot was going on during his delivery (A LOT, with us both.) and it didn’t even register that I hadn’t heard him cry.
While everyone was fussing over him and my doctor was stitching me up, and Tim was over there making sure our baby was okay, I just kept saying to myself, “Why haven’t they given him to me, why, why, why?”
It was several minutes later that I finally held him and breathed him in and that time, THAT time right there…. seemed like an eternity.
Since then it’s been 5 and half years of all kinds of new experiences because he’s my first at everything, from being born into my life and making me a mother, to the first to have homework.
Time has marched so fast that my first baby has homework now.
Tonight I looked into his blue eyes (he got those from his Daddy) as he came over to kiss his baby sister, who I was holding, and I came to a realization.
Time will continue on, there’s no stopping it. And before I know it, Baby K will NOT be a baby anymore either. I will have memories of when I had her too and I heard “here’s your baby girl” and I cried because she was perfect and healthy and ours for the loving and raising.
I will blink and she will be doing her laundry, at the dorm.
But, God willing, I will always have these memories, good, bad and all the in between. Memories of my children that carry on as they grow and change.
And just to remind myself, my three babies on their BIRTHdays. Three days in the time capsule of my mind that I will NEVER forget, no matter how fast time flies…