As I sit here on the front porch on my rocking chair this morning with the early summer breeze rustling the trees, I ache for my children’s childhoods, for the years and days gone by so quickly. My body, my heart yearns for one of them to jump up on my lap and cuddle, to carry one of them on my hip with their arms wrapped around my neck. How did those days pass so swiftly? They seem so long ago. In the blink of an eye they became sweet, tender memories.
We live each day so caught up with just daily living and all the things that need/have to be done that we tend to just gloss over those moments, the moments that form the precious memories in our hearts, the pictures in our minds that we will carry with us into our golden years and will reflect back upon on silent days, alone, in the quiet.
The reality is the laughter, the bickering, the constant motion, the games, the meals, frisbees being tossed around in the yard, the tornado stricken house in disarray, the celebrations, the tears, but all of those things mean that they are here, with us. They fill our lives with madness but also with joy, with the frustrations but also with smiles. They are here. But someday, much too soon, they won’t be. They will move on with their own journeys, forging their ways in this world. They will call. They will come to visit. But they will not be here forever. What will I do when my hearts aren’t here? One has already left home and I still ache for his daily, wonderful, strong hugs, his smile, each and every day. I understand the circle of life and appreciate its reality but it is also a painful circle. On days like today, I am not a fan of that reality. The sand in the hourglass is in too much of a hurry for my liking.