Time Travels by, in the blink of an eye. The kids are almost grown, one off at college, living on her own, the other learning to drive, soon to follow his sister.
I look back at the last few years and it seems that as the kids have gotten older, the time has passed by faster. There were times when they were babies, crying all night, throwing up and cranky, it seemed they would never grow up. Now I look at this young lady and young man and wonder where the time went, why they aren’t still little anymore.
Today our son took his sisters old truck, popped the hood, changed plug wires, cleaned out rats nests (it had sit undriven all winter), added some trany fluid, checked the oil, aired the tires and started that sucker up and is testing it out down the dirt roads with his dad. Dad provided a little guidance, but he did all the work himself.
He is my baby boy. A tiny little thing for so many years, now he’s a strapping young man, almost as tall as his dad.
But the time doesn’t just apply to the kids growing up. Our friends are far and near, time gets away, we don’t always keep in touch like we should. Some dear friends have passed over the years and they will always be missed. I wish more had been said, more had been communicated to let them know how special they were.
Time passing brings regrets. I know I have some. I think everyone does. Life gets in the way. Things get busy, kids grow up, friends move away. I try to live each day to the fullest, but sometimes, it feels like no matter how hard we try, it’s not enough. Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
I think everyone has these moments. It’s one of life’s challenges I suppose. Paths not taken, choices not made.
The saying says “Don’t cry over spilled milk”. It’s true. You can’t live in the past. You can’t really change the things done. You can make amends, try harder, say I love you more or I’m sorry. But what’s done is done and tomorrow is a new day.
So wake up in the morning, if you are so blessed. Thank God for the day the Lord has made and rejoice. Make the best of that day, for it will never come again. The kids will grow up, friends will pass, friends will move on. Family will pass, hurt you, love you, hate you. It’s all part of the circle I think. Each day you wake up is one more day you have to make your world right, one more day to brighten someone else’s. Each day is one to cherish, for each moment is unique and special. Time travels, it stops for no man.