6 months. The twins turned 6 months old. It’s a complete understatement to say time flies.
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One of my best friends had a baby this week. An itty, bitty under 7 pound baby boy. I went to visit her and meet her sweet boy after he was born. My friend was in the hospital room right next door to the room where we met our son and daughter for the first time, 6 months ago today. Let all the feelings begin of being within reach to a memory that seems like just yesterday…a yesterday that is now half a year ago.
Let’s talk about that, Mr. Time. I have a love/hate relationship with you, and I honestly feel like it’s a virus that all human beings, in all stages of life, battle. The constant struggle of wanting time to pass to get to the next thing in our lives — all while trying to grasp a slippery grip on the present moment.
If I think too much about how fast the last 6 months have gone, I start to feel panicky and short of breath. My eyes well up with tears and if I had one wish it’d be to turn back the clock so I could relive every second of the past 262,800 minutes of my life.
Yet I still find myself on Monday mornings thinking about Friday evenings when the weekend can start again, wishing away the days until the time comes again where I can spend unlimited time with my family.
And that, my friends, is the endless battle of time.
Time flies is an understatement and unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do about it except for doing our best to live in the present moment; soaking in every breath, every giggle, every smile, every milestone, every cuddle, every memory — because the truth is time goes on whether we dig our heels into the ground or not. Each minute we waste wishing time to pass is speeding the already fast clock up, a clock we can’t rewind.
So today I will hold my baby girl who isn’t so little anymore, take a deep breath of her coconut curls, and let her slobbery kisses run down my cheeks. I will tickle my almost toddler sized baby boy’s lower back until he laughs so hard he cries and take the time to babble back to him as he explores the noises his mouth and tongue can make. Because even though time never stops, I will do what I can to memorize these moments in hopes that 6 months from now, 6 years from now, 60 years from now…maybe these days won’t be remembered as a blur of time that flew by as I blinked.