Growing up, my dad always said that time flies. I remember being a kid and it would go in one ear and out the other. I always dismissed it because to me, at the time, time was SO SLOW. Every summer would come around and I would count down the days until I went back to school because though I loved summer, I was anxious to go back and see my friends. I also think the normal every day routine and structure of going to school was something I thrived on.
As I’ve grown older, I absolutely understand what he meant. And yet, it seems like time drags when it wants to. It’s almost like someone is playing a joke on you. Getting into my thirties, I saw my sweet Grandma turn into a frail old lady. I’ve seen my parents turn into Grandparents and I can’t believe that my oldest is getting into his pre-teens. It’s amazing.
But then, while working at one of my 2 jobs, time drags SO SLOW. This brings me to another saying.. Time flies when you’re having fun. Why do you think that is? I remember thinking as a kid, I can’t WAIT to be a grown up and I can do whatever I want! Being a grown up is NOT all it’s cracked up to be, because even though you “get to do whatever you want”, you don’t really. You have your job(s), you have bills to pay, responsibilities to be taken care of, cleaning of course, maintaining the house, blah blah blah.
You get to be so busy.
I saw my Grandma turning into a frail old lady. I remember thinking to myself, I need to spend time with her. So one day I went to visit with her and we got to talking. After talking for awhile we got on the subject of Pumpkin Shakes, because she and I both adored pumpkin pie. I asked her if she’d ever had a pumpkin shake and to my surprise she NEVER tried one! I promised her right there, the next time I’d visit, I would bring her one.
Well, days passed. Weeks passed. I saw her for the Holidays, but hadn’t thought to get a pumpkin shake for her. I kept telling myself I needed to do that but I was so busy. Time flew. One day, I got a call from my dad saying Grandma was sick and in the hospital so I went to visit her. She was to have surgery later that day.
She had surgery and for 3 long weeks layed in bed, not really recovering. She was for awhile, stuck in that part of your brain when you’re asleep but half-way awake, where your eyelids are too heavy but you know someone is around you if they come visit. She held on so long and fought so hard to recover. Time went so slow. Until one day, I went to visit, the doctors and nurses said that she would die that day. I stayed with her all day long and unfortunately, I had to leave because of family obligations and less than an hour after I left, she died. Time went so slow until I left, and then it flew.
I never got to buy her the pumpkin shake I promised her, because time flew. This will forever be something that haunts me. Time has a life of it’s own. It will fly by and it will drag. You will be 60 before you know it. Money will always be a stressor, but you will always be able to make more.
Time. Time, you do not get back. Be present with your loved ones. Make time for those you hold dear.