Things change quickly. Parents have a more physical reminder as they watch their children grow. One moment they are in diapers; the next you are scrambling to get their 2nd grade science project finished by tomorrow and the next moment they are deciding which colleges have the best degree programs.
I'm constantly amazed by how time passes quickly. Watching the children grow is just one small part of it; as you age, life seems to start flying by. It's like you are taking one long roadtrip; you start out accelerating slowly, gradually picking up speed until you are coasting along at a comfortable pace. Eventually, and excitedly, you arrive at your destination. But at some point, amid all of the fun things you had planned for this trip, you must start the journey home. Disappointed, you start the drive back, purposely slowing your pace as to enjoy as much as you can. But somehow, no matter how you linger, the trip back seems to go faster that the way you came, and you begin to dread the moment you will pull into your driveway, marking the end of your journey.
Some people arrive at their destinations quicker than others. Some take an entire lifetime to get there. No matter where you are, at some point, you will look back at the "journey" and wonder if you spent your time wisely. Some will feel regret or guilt, others will feel unsatisfied, and some will feel good. I hope that I feel good. It is my sincerest wish that I make the most of my time. Besides, who would want to waste a trip that could be the time of your life?
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