Time Doesn’t Stop

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As I was getting ready this morning, a thought struck me. I don’t know why this particular thing hit me, on this particular morning….but, it did.

10 years.

A decade.

I’ll be 52 then.

That’s all true…but, what really hit me is that my kids will be gone. Gone. Gulp.

I talk a lot about my teens. How they are loud, funny, stinky, cute, silly, intelligent, serious, and all around goof balls. I sing the joy of the “empty nest”. And yes, I do think I will enjoy that part of life.

Just not today. I practically burst into tears thinking that 10 years from now I will have two 25 year olds and a 29 year old. Sniff.

I really don’t have that much time left.Truth be told…they are almost to adulthood right now.

And I will miss them.

A lot.

My 15 year old son was just 5, ten years ago. A mere baby. A kindergartner. We had just buried his father the month before. He dealt with a lot for only being 5. I think back over the last 10 years and how quickly time has gone by.

Then I think of how quickly the next 10 years will go by…

Graduation, college, jobs, career, marriage….maybe even grand babies.

I don’t know if I’m ready for the next 10 years.

I want time to slow down for a little while. Please?

More time for holding them close, more time for hugs, and kisses…..More time for goofiness before the responsibilities of life set in….More time of just being together.