Tempus Fugit
Posted 10-23-2012 at 06:28 PM by Urban Sasquatch
Not a single day -- not ONE -- passes by when I don't still hear my son reciting The Very Hungry Caterpillar in "The Little Voice" when he still had it; and not a day passes when I don't still see the tiny red overall one-sies and his gleeful smile in that baby picture.
Whether childhood is short or adulthood long depends, as with all else, on perspective.
When I was a child getting to the age when I'd be allowed to do ANYTHING just took FOREVER, couldn't get here fast enough. Luke's childhood, on the other hand, races past me so rapidly I've left waving frantically to the gods for just one, just ONE more moment of this little bundle of blond magic who is so rapidly fading from my sight.
Luke's adulthood, by comparison, seems deadly in its encroachment and will seem so, so long for me -- while my own days pass like leaves on the wind, seasons changing with kaleidoscopic rapidity so that I go to bed a young man and wake confronted by a greying dotard in my mirror, a stranger who stares back at me with just as much confusion in his eyes as I feel in my own breast.
The best answer I can find is to hold tight when you can, let go when you must and love as hard as possible every waking minute of every single day.
Whether childhood is short or adulthood long depends, as with all else, on perspective.
When I was a child getting to the age when I'd be allowed to do ANYTHING just took FOREVER, couldn't get here fast enough. Luke's childhood, on the other hand, races past me so rapidly I've left waving frantically to the gods for just one, just ONE more moment of this little bundle of blond magic who is so rapidly fading from my sight.
Luke's adulthood, by comparison, seems deadly in its encroachment and will seem so, so long for me -- while my own days pass like leaves on the wind, seasons changing with kaleidoscopic rapidity so that I go to bed a young man and wake confronted by a greying dotard in my mirror, a stranger who stares back at me with just as much confusion in his eyes as I feel in my own breast.
The best answer I can find is to hold tight when you can, let go when you must and love as hard as possible every waking minute of every single day.
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