Time is flying

Posted on | November 8, 2011 | 7 Comments

I’ve mentioned it before, but my son says “sorry!” when he bumps into the vacuum cleaner.

That probably means something profound or at least something hilarious, but I’m not sure what it is.  The fact of the matter is, he takes instructions and runs with them all on his own.  Saying “sorry” has become necessary for inanimate objects, telling me I’m “silly” is an every day occurrence.  And just yesterday, he spent the better part of ten minutes holding onto a pine tree with one foot propped up on it, grunting and saying “I CLIMB this tree, Momma! I climb it!”

When did this happen?? Can someone rewind time and re-hand me my small, seven pound, swaddled baby?  Can someone tell me when the little pink and blue striped hat stopped fitting around his head and when he became old enough to have a semi-conversation with my mother on the telephone?

Before you have kids, you feel… invincible.  You feel like you are totally able to take on the world and also? You feel young.  Constantly.  I lost track of age somewhere in my 20s and became convinced that I stopped aging… I just stopped.  Somewhere around 23 or 25, I stopped getting older and certainly never entered into my THIRTIES.  And yet here I am, less than a month away from my 34th birthday and I have a child. 

A child.

Not a baby. 

My mother always says that children age you, and by that, I think she means that not only do we actually age quicker with the onset of pregnancy and parenthood, but in our heads we can still believe that were in our early 20s… until we think about children.  Until I realize that the four year old I baby sat in college is now a teenager.  Until I realize that children I babysat in high school are getting married and starting families of their own.  

Until I realize I have a child of my own.

Somewhere along the way, my baby started walking and talking and creating a world for himself that includes telephone calls from “the animals” who talk to him about their day in roars and baas.  Somewhere along the way, my small, swaddled love bug learned how to put on his own socks and sometimes even his own shoes.  Somewhere along the way my baby grew into a little boy.

People always say that time flies when you’re having fun and never has that been more true than with parenthood.  Time flies.  Time whirls by in swirls of giggles and block towers and finger paints.  Time marches by me in inches and pounds, slowly stretching my baby into a boy and someday into a man.  And I stand here, wondering when I became this grown up, when I became old enough to be someone’s mother… someone’s parent.  I watch him learn and grow and change and I wonder how much faster time will tick by as he grows… I wonder if all this fun we’re having is simply allowing time to grow stronger wings and flap away with my son’s childhood.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

And motherhood, well yeah… it has it’s trials and heartaches. But deep down? It’s a lot of fun.  But this much fun comes with a price… and time?

Time is flying.


7 Responses to “Time is flying”

  1. Kristinayellow
    November 8th, 2011 @ 6:18 pm

    Mine suddenly can argue logically with me about things and it’s freaky. Wasn’t it yesterday that she couldn’t walk? Now she’s running and jumping and “lawyering” me til her last breath. She’s spelling things and reading things-granted it’s alot of “S P G K Momma! That says 7FM” but still. What happened?

  2. Maija @ Maija's Mommy Moments
    November 8th, 2011 @ 10:56 pm

    1. I completely understand every single sentiment.

    2. I wish I could write the way you do. You truly have a gift.

  3. Alecia
    November 9th, 2011 @ 8:26 am

    The wisest words I was told when my son was a baby was “the days are long, but the years fly by”.

    Oh so true.

  4. Diana
    November 9th, 2011 @ 9:41 am

    Yes – so much yes. I watch Bella and all of the sudden it hits me that things she can do she wasn’t able to a few months ago. And things she used to do are gone forever. I miss them, I miss her in so many ways.

    And usually this all pours over me at night after we’ve had a rough day and then I feel guilty for how small she is still.

  5. rynerman
    November 9th, 2011 @ 11:42 am

    Just last year I turned 40, which is not possible because in my own head I’m still somewhere in my 20s. ANYWAY, I was talking to my mom about how strange it felt to turn 40 because time was just flying. Her response “You feel weird turning 40? Think how I feel, I have a daughter turning 40!” I realized the time is flying thing never stops.

  6. CJ
    November 9th, 2011 @ 1:49 pm

    Time flies WAY too fast! My oldest is a teenager on the verge of driving and my youngest turns a year old this weekend. Too fast!!!

  7. Shanon Armstrong
    November 9th, 2011 @ 11:31 pm

    “Time whirls by in swirls of giggles” Nice! Love your words. Love this post.

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