It won’t be long until summer is here – after the very long winter of discontent for so many people. I have heard many people say how fast time flies, but that is probably because I usually talk to people my age – kinda old. I remember when I didn’t think my birthday or Christmas would ever come. When I was a kid. My friend, Julie, is coming down next week and she e-mailed that she is looking forward to her visit like a kid waiting for Christmas. I guess, under some circumstances, time can still pass slowly.
I remember when I couldn’t wait for summer, when the kids didn’t have to go to school and our schedule would be more relaxed. Then I couldn’t wait for school to start so we could get back into a schedule and I would have more solitude. Now my kids are middle-aged adults. J & I frequently ask each other when all that time passed us by.
Every once in a while I pull out the boxes of photos of the kids when they were young, when I was a young mother. I still have some memories of that time, but so many of my memories are those recorded in the photos. I think I remember the photos better than I remember the events. Does that matter; does it make a difference?
When I look at the photo at the beginning of this post, I smile and feel a warm glow deep within me. This sculpture triggers memories of when my children were young. I don’t remember any specifics as to when, or where, or who, but I’m so happy that I have a store of memories that can be sparked by a tot in a high chair in a restaurant eating Cheerios, or kids skipping stones on Lake Michigan.
This passage of time has been good to me. All of my experiences, all the ones that brought joy, sorrow, pain, laughter, tears, fear, and satisfaction, are what define my life. Sometimes life was difficult for me, sometimes I was difficult for those in my life. There are things that I feel bad about, wish I could do over. But that isn’t the way it works. I can’t take my current mind and put it in a time long past. As I look back, I believe I did the best I could with what I had at each stage of my life. It is my life and it has been good. I lived it with integrity.
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