I have no time.
If I can find the time.
When I have time.
The time has come.
Where did the time go?
Last night on my way to bed, I tiptoed in, as I occasionally do, to sneak a quick peak at my sleeping three-year-old. As I lovingly studied every detail of his perfect little face – precious profile, thick dark lashes, rosy lips, soft blond hair, warm round cheeks – I was suddenly overwhelmed by an utter desperation for time to stop. I was struck by the realization that it would feel like tomorrow when I will watch him drive off to college.
No, this cannot be. I’m not ready.
As I stood there, filled with a mixture of love and heartache, I thought about the concept of time.
In that moment, I was consumed by both the joy and pain of the fact that time never stops and there is nothing anyone can do to change that.
And yet time controls us. We are constantly either finding ways to eat up every second of our time, or complaining that we are bored. We pass up so many opportunities due to time. We try to make the best use of our time, but when we fail to do so we waste precious time dwelling on the time that we missed.
We mothers often complain that some days with toddlers drag so slowly by, yet we weep as we flip through pictures of our children looking like babies… mere months ago.
Time prevents us from ever being truly content.
When my sweet littles wake up from their naps, I plan to enjoy some cuddle time with them on the couch. While I sit there drinking in their sweet scents with my cheek resting against their soft hair, I will close my eyes.
For that moment, I plan to think about nothing but that moment.
After all, that is the only thing we can do.
Savor, enjoy and make the most of every moment we have as it passes by.