Time...you can't stop it...it continues on unless it is daylight savings and you fall back and even then you have to give back. Time has been on my mind a lot lately and not necessarily because of Day Light Savings. No...the passing of time has brought on the aging of two of my children.
My oldest turned 22 last week and my baby turned 16. Not that they changed over night or anything, but in my mind they have. Time is like a thief and it has stolen yet again. Where has their childhood gone?
I lament the passing of time...It is agonizing sometimes to watch.
Each time I look in the mirror I wonder who is this woman staring back at me, and where did my own 16 and 22 year old self go? Every wrinkle is a reminder of the passage of time and of living.
It's sad really, and also sweet.
It's about the destination and how we get there that matters. Time continues on and we press forward living the best life we can, and being the best person we can be, because we want to matter in the end.
I want to matter.
When I look at my 16 year old, I relive where I was, evaluating where I am, and focus on where I am headed...jogging down this pathway of life. And, despite my heart's lamentations of time, it's all good.
Time is often a welcomed thief...