Maybe Don’t Blink

The days are endless but the years fly by.

I was about to enter those words as my comment to someone else’s post but thought the better of it. They have become my slice, instead.

The days are endless but the years fly by.

This is the best description of parenthood that I know.

When the kids are very young, days and nights blur into a fogginess that knows no clear delineation. When parental sleep cycles eventually temper back to humane, the mornings still start before sun up and yet the work is never done, even when stretching to finish way past sundown, folding that last load or making one more sandwich for the morrow’s lunches. It’s a long time with long days.

Fast forward through those years of long days to high school. Everybody is “awake” and out the door by 6:45 a.m. and yet miraculously still up eighteen hours later, making pizza or baking cookies at midnight. Same hours as in infancy, but the bodies are much bigger, and louder. It’s a long time with long days.

Now, the house is nearly empty and time moves differently. The kids are young adults – two teachers and a plumber, and our hours are mostly our own. We can almost rise and set with the sun, if we choose to.

The days were endless and the years flew by.

We seem to have gotten where we are in the blink of an eye.

Now, the years slide together and the days have slowed to – just right.

Just right to look back and wonder how we got here so darn fast.

That Awkward Moment…

That awkward moment when you wake up and realize you may need to move the venue for the evening equinox celebration from the back patio….

A few of you may recall an earlier slice where I explained why we feel minimal need to secure our home by locking doors. A suitable case in point is this newly altered view of the backyard from our bathroom window this morning.

Don’t ask – we don’t know what it is either, but we think that there are people under there.

There appears to be a tent beneath the flapping blue tarp. It is likely – and we are presuming – that it is our son Ben and assorted friends, as we also encountered several (breathing) members of his cohort asleep in the basement this morning.

When I left for yoga and a haircut this morning this was the scene.

We’ll see what emerges from the blue behemoth when I get back, if it is still there. Past practice says it will be.

Between the kids, the friends, and the dogs, one never knows.

Just livin’ the dream…