Here is my Nana with ME at 3 months of age. Below is a picture of Nana with Raegan at 3 months old. :)
I'd heard growing up, that the older you get, the faster time flies. I remember balking at that idea as a teenager, feeling as if the 6-weeks grading period of school was an eternity.But now, at age 30, I'm finding that concept to be incredibly true. And I wonder...does it only get faster from here? Will I wake up one day and my newborn will be having her own newborns?! Even as I write that, part of me is like "No way! I have all the time in the world! They'll be young forever!" But wasn't it just yesterday that I was a freshman in high school?! I mean, I don't feel like what I thought 30 would feel like. I still feel like the same person I was back then, only better. In fact, I sometimes have a hard time referring to myself as a "woman" and not as a "girl".
Is that what people who are 60, 70, 80 are feeling as well? That they are somehow trapped by their bodies... by their mirrored reflection... by the concept of age? And only because each passing day turned into another passing year turned into another passing decade? I think I am catching a glimpse of this untamed reality.
As best I can I want to enjoy each day. Squeeeze the joy from it. LIVE it and not just be run over by it. Because before I know it, my daughters WILL be having their own children.
I know this because I see "that look" on the faces on my parents as they watch me with my girls. The look that says "I can't believe you have children. I can't believe how much your children remind me of you as a baby. It feels like just yesterday that I was in your shoes, with little ones running around. And here I am...a grandparent. It's mysterious and wonderful all at the same time."
Yeah, that look.
Apparently, what they say is true. In a blink of an eye it's all gone. or at least forever altered. ...I'm determined not to blink today.
3 comments:
Wow, I love pictures like that! You're so blessed to still have your Nana here. when my maternal grandmother died in 1999 (my last grandparent to die), one of the things I mourned was the lost opportunity for her to know my children (who didn't start arriving until 2002).
I'm with you...carpe diem... Here's to not blinking!
I also still refer to myself as a girl. All the time. Woman sounds so foreign.
I've heard time seems to go faster because the longer you live one day or one year becomes a smaller and smaller percentage of your life. When you were 10 a year was 10% of your life, now, at 30, 10% of your life is ... 3 months (used the calculator - ha!). In a way, it makes sense that it would go faster.
I agree - what can we do but embrace each second! Thanks for the reminder ~ life is precious.
That math is probably totally off ... but you get the idea.
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