Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Long and Short of It: Reflections on Time Guest Post Series

Welcome to our new guest post series about "time."  
How do we use it? Misuse it?  Many of us spend so much time complaining we don't have enough of it, but how often are we grateful for what we actually have?  It is a gift we receive every day...a fresh allotment.  But how will we spend it?  And what values shape how we use it?  As we reflect, may there be space to consider how and where we spend our precious seconds of this gift.

When I was at the ripe age of 18 years and 6 days my concept of time had a complete paradigm shift; I became a mom for the first time.  To say I was clueless is an understatement.  Lots of people say they had all these wonderful feelings.  I didn’t.  I did know things had changed, but it would be years before I had matured enough to know how much my life had indeed changed that one day.  My concept of time however had immediately been altered.  That I was sure of. 

When C was a week old I felt like I had been through a full year or two of life.  See I grew up as an only child of an only child and had ZERO experience with babysitting, or anything to do with a baby.  So EVERY little thing was a big learning curve.  Diapers, feeding, bathing, sleeping, everything was difficult and required learning on my part. My husband had been the youngest in his family so he also had little experience and frankly was busy trying to work and support this new family so I was left to figure it out on my own.  This isn’t an invitation to a pity party, but it was up to me to figure out and time c-r-e-p-t slowly. 

When the first year was done I felt like I had been through at least ten.  By two things were starting to speed up a little and by the time C was four and could talk and dress himself and be much more independent I was feeling like I knew what was going on and time was going by at a more normal pace.  Then Kindergarten started and I felt a little bit of wind at my back this was going better and better.  This is also the year we added a second baby to the mix so there was a little bit of time drag, as we remembered what to do with a baby, to offset the tailwind I had picked up early in the school year. 

Then the elementary years begin to clip by with a nice regularity.  We get used to the seasons of school and summer with breaks for Christmas and spring break trips.  Then middle school comes along which seems to have its fits and starts as the angst of childhood goes and young adulthood comes in.  Never mind when high school starts.  The independence and busy schedule of a well involved teen begins to really hit you in between the eyes along about their Junior year.  Suddenly they are a Senior and you know that they will be leaving home before you are really ready because they just started high school two weeks ago.

Life is definitely different when C leaves home for college.  It hits me one night in September as I’m wondering why he isn’t home from school and practice at 7:40pm.  Oh, because he isn’t coming home anymore and I’m sad.  I’m still sad today 11 years later with the memory of it, and I’m still surprised at how much it still hurts all these years later.  But you get used to a new normal and because he is away at college you don’t want to smother the boy you wait and then it’s Thanksgiving and Christmas break and Spring Break which all mercifully come, but then they go so quickly.  Then fish year is all over.  The other three years seem to go even faster and before you know it his Senior college year is done in just a week. 

There’s a wedding and then a baby and the cycle starts again, but this time for a Grandma who sees this new sweet boy oh and then quickly a little girl growing up in the face of time.  Sometimes slow and at others fast.  There is a time…


Andrea is a wife, mom with a 4th grader still at home, two grown sons, and two really cute grandkids.  She lives in the country, but works at a full time corporate gig in the city.  She loves to organize, garden, cook, find frugal ways to do everything and blog about all of that.  She does not clean house well, because something has to give. 

Linking with EmilyMichele and Women to Women today.

7 comments :

  1. Dear Andrea
    I hear your longing heart, dear one! My two sons are both university students away from home and the oldest, who finishes this year, wants to get married early next year and all I can think of is that lovely blond little boy who thought his mother was just the best thing possible. My youngest still have a few years to go. On the other hand, I cannot wait to be a grandmother. Thanks Jen, for sharing your friend.
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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    1. oh those cute little blonde boys... sometimes you get a cute blonde grandbaby too. Enjoy this stage too.

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  2. Andrea, beautiful words.

    Jen, Thanks for linking up with Woman to Woman's Word Filled Wednesday! God bless.

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  3. this is EXCELLENT.

    the time whooshing by -- I feel it. my little girl is walking now, and i almost want to beg her to stop. time is moving, she's growing up.

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    1. Walking and whooshing on her own! Oh you are just getting started on the grand adventure, what fun.

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  4. I feel you. I'm visiting with my daughters this week, one who is married and one who is a sophomore in college. Where did my babies go? Still learning how to release and hold on in all the right ways.

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    1. I think that learning to hold and let go is a continual learning process. Hopefully it gets easier!

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