Beautifully written. I have found lately t’s so hard for our children to see the passing of time in a way that we do now because it’s almost like we’re standing still, even though we are traveling in a car on a highway right next to a train track. They’re on a fast moving train going at the same speed, but full of so many people on there, changing trains and people, but we’re in the same car a lot of the time sitting watching them because we did all that along time ago, and got off the train to pick a car.
I look the same. I wear the same size clothes just my skin has lost a fair bit of collagen and my hair has turned grey. Meanwhile, they have grown, changed completely during that same time, and bloomed and are comparing petals and thoughts and dreams with the rest of the world, ready to let their self go in the wind.
Now, It’s strange to find one’s self in the passenger seat with them when they start driving the car.
I still have a few trains to get on but a different kind than they are on now, and soon they are looking at cars to pick. Sorry for such a long drawn out travel metaphor!
No apology necessary :) It's a beautiful metaphor, and an apt one. Right now, with two littles, I feel like I'm in a bumper car ha, or maybe a rollercoaster car. It's unreal how much whiplash I can get from a single day. This morning I was completely overwhelmed because Big Kid was having tantrum after tantrum and I just wanted to escape. Then, this afternoon, we went to the park and I wanted the day never to end -- the sky was a perfect blue and the kids were laughing and playing so joyfully. I want to take each of those moments and put them in a terrarium or something. But I also want to see what tomorrow will bring! And I know they'll be out there doing their own thing before I know it.... it's all such a confusing experience, you know?
Beautifully written. I have found lately t’s so hard for our children to see the passing of time in a way that we do now because it’s almost like we’re standing still, even though we are traveling in a car on a highway right next to a train track. They’re on a fast moving train going at the same speed, but full of so many people on there, changing trains and people, but we’re in the same car a lot of the time sitting watching them because we did all that along time ago, and got off the train to pick a car.
I look the same. I wear the same size clothes just my skin has lost a fair bit of collagen and my hair has turned grey. Meanwhile, they have grown, changed completely during that same time, and bloomed and are comparing petals and thoughts and dreams with the rest of the world, ready to let their self go in the wind.
Now, It’s strange to find one’s self in the passenger seat with them when they start driving the car.
I still have a few trains to get on but a different kind than they are on now, and soon they are looking at cars to pick. Sorry for such a long drawn out travel metaphor!
No apology necessary :) It's a beautiful metaphor, and an apt one. Right now, with two littles, I feel like I'm in a bumper car ha, or maybe a rollercoaster car. It's unreal how much whiplash I can get from a single day. This morning I was completely overwhelmed because Big Kid was having tantrum after tantrum and I just wanted to escape. Then, this afternoon, we went to the park and I wanted the day never to end -- the sky was a perfect blue and the kids were laughing and playing so joyfully. I want to take each of those moments and put them in a terrarium or something. But I also want to see what tomorrow will bring! And I know they'll be out there doing their own thing before I know it.... it's all such a confusing experience, you know?