"As I inhaled the scent of a 3 year old and held a hand bigger than I remember it, I realized with great certainty two things: that my son has given me the grace of being a fully flawed human whom he loves unconditionally, and that time is not on my side. Time is a thief. It steals away all the minutes and hours when their brains grow, their limbs lengthen, and their independence flourishes. Time is a liar. It tells me that my days are long because nerves are frayed, and tempers are lost over the smallest things. Time is devious. It hides from us all the tiny moments that truly bring joy and rounds up your days, by showing us our perceived failures. By wishing it away (“I can’t wait for them to be old enough to wipe their own butts! I can’t wait for them to leave me alone in the bathroom!”), I have made time my enemy. Time, I am sorry. Slow down a little, let’s be friends again. I need all of what you can give, and I promise not to waste a single minute. Thank you." -Alison Lee
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 13:32:18 +0000