Time

When you are young, time seems to move at a snail's pace. You can't wait to grow up. Then you finally do grow up, and there is a period between 18-25 that time seems to move at the same pace you are moving. Everything is good. Then you hit your 30's, you have kids, and the next thing you know time hits warp drive—you're over 40, and you look in the mirror and wonder....how did I get here so fast? I don't feel as old as my reflection in the mirror looks...I wish I could have a couple of do-overs...I'd have been kinder to my body...I would have done some things differently—better... I wish I had taken my mother's advice to heart when she told me in my youth, the years will just fly by the older you get. But when you are young, your crazy mother doesn't know what she's talking about. 

Now I am repeating the same words to my girls, and they look at me the way I imagine I looked at my mother—like she's looney. I want to catch time and freeze it before they get any older. I want to freeze it so they never grow up and find out about the World. I want to freeze it while they still think I'm the funniest person they know. I want to freeze it before they give their heart to some careless teen aged boy, and he breaks it in a million pieces. I want to freeze it before one of them breaks my heart with words I know they will not mean, but will say anyway in the heat of a moment when I am trying to do what's best for them.

Time races forward into the infinite unknown. There is nothing we can do about it except enjoy this moment, and try to make all the moments that follow worth remembering. I have many great memories, and many more to make. I can begin this moment, to take better care of this body, this mind, this spirit. I may not always like the older reflection that stares back at me from the mirror, but I can honestly say that I like who I am now more than I liked that clueless twenty something version of me. With time and age comes wisdom—another nugget of advice given to me by my mother, but that's something you have to live through to get to. How right you were mother. Now you can sit back and smile knowingly as those words get passed on, and on through generations, through time...