When I was a kid, I used to moan about how it was taking ‘foreeeeeever’ to get to my birthday or Christmas, or Easter. Those were the biggest holidays around our house, and they all equaled presents. Christmas and Easter equaled chocolate. My mother would usually say something like ‘when you get older, time will go faster’. I remember thinking that mom was blowing smoke.
Now that I am older, I realize that she wasn’t blowing anything. She was spot on.
My boy graduates this year. I have been busily filling out FASFA forms, getting PIN numbers, finding college codes, and worrying.
A friend of mine was saying the other day that when her son moved out, she was able to see all the things she missed. She said ” Once they move out, all of the holes in life training become apparent like a sore thumb”.
Did I teach him all the right things. Did I teach him enough. Is he prepared enough to be on his own. Did I forget anything. Oh, I pray I didn’t forget anything….but what if I did.
Time….it is running away from me, and I am chasing it like a dog chases a car.