I have absolutely no right to have such an immense source of pride in Rachel. All of her accomplishments as a mom, wife, friend, daughter, teacher and so much more are because of the amazing and wonderful being she is. I am just fortunate to be part of her world. I always enjoy reading her posts and hearing her insights and was ever so grateful she paused from her busy life to pen this month’s guest post, “Time”.
Ever since our babies were born, it has felt as though I am living on borrowed time. Time is the essential component propelling us forward; time is elusive and always moving, and time feels more pressing than ever.
The choice of what to do with the said time feels weighted, dripping with guilt or joy, the worry of enough.
Time shifts and changes, just like the tiny humans that bless our days. Hearing their foot pads hitting the wood floor, patter, patter, tromp, tromp, tromp. The giggles, the cries, the erupting laughter burst at the seams of my ear drums. How do I encapsulate these moments? They’re so fleeting? It goes too fast, too slow, the flow of feelings knitting webs in my mind.
The adage, “The time is nigh,” could never ring more true than when watching small humans grow. We’re born with these tiny clocks inside our bodies, moving us along an invisible trajectory yet seeming to hold one’s hand along the way.
Maybe time is the reflection in the mirror?
Time fades and erodes the mind.
Time heals all wounds.
Time makes you forgive and forget.
Time is a thief.
But what if time is not to blame after all?
Perhaps the time is the very reminder of what may come and has passed. One can never have conclusive feelings until the clock ceases with its final tick.
Make friends with the tock, and let its faint click remind you of the steady patter within your heart.
The time ribbon trickles behind you, but let not the chimes drive your intentions. Let the moments where we live in between the realization of time fill your soul.
The catch and release of a hand hold.
The tight hugs between tears and movement into play.
The smile as you wipe away the food smudged on chubby cheeks.
The request for one more hug was filled with lasting embraces.
The echoing ring of their tiny desires replays within my mind.
Catch and release, and savor. The rise and fall of their breath as they leave and return, filling me and breaking my heart all at once.
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
