Time. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Ever hear that one? It’s so true. And the corollary is true as well – when you’re not having fun, time drags on….and on….
As a parent to young children, I find it amazing how differently I see time now. During my childless 30’s most of the years blended together – it’s hard for me to remember was it this year, or that year, that I did such-and-such? I wasn’t changing all that much. I use the various and sundry jobs I held during a good part of those years as a sort of marker for that period of my life.
Children sure change things. They change so much! Photos from the same event (Christmas, a birthday) from one year to the next can practically be of a different child! And the things they can do – the obvious things like walking and talking, but more! Six months ago I was concerned about K’s apparent lack of reading skills – now she is reading anything and everything in sight – my hope is restored that she’ll be a “reader” (meaning a kid who seeks books out as a means of entertainment) after all.
Children also can slow time down. Particularly with very young children, who have high physical needs and demand a lot from parents in the way of entertainment, a day can feel like a week. Today was one of those days. It was a perfect spring day here, which definitely helped. K spent a good part of the day playing with neighborhood kids. One of the things I love about where we live, in fact. But B is really too young to play with them, so she “helped” me clean up the yard. And talked incessantly about, well, nothing, the entire time. My ears began to hurt from the pain of listening to her voice.
I’ve said it before, and no doubt will say it again: the days crawl, but man those years fly.