The blogging world is so interesting and intriguing to me. I love when I stumble upon a blog that speaks to me when I read. There are quite a few, amid the sea of those who are doing product reviews, passing along coupons, sales and tips on how to save money. The mom cafe is one such blog. I always walk (click) away from her blog with a tidbit to ponder. I love all the mom blogs, but I’m in a different place in my motherhood journey.
Life changes so quickly. I am an old person among my fellow bloggers. There aren’t many out there like me. Most are moms who want to be home with their young kids and are finding ways to make money to accomplish that desire. I admire them for doing so.
I smile as I read the many creative ideas about things to do with your kids, things to keep them occupied so the mother can get things done; things to entertain them over the summer break. I smile because I know that all too soon this mom’s life will change and she won’t know where the time went either.
I read something on Facebook a while back. It was written by a dad of young children, lamenting the fact that parents of kids who are grown, or almost anyway, are always telling him to enjoy the time while he can (click to read). He was frustrated from lack of sleep and alone time for himself and with his wife. He asked us parents of grown kids To Let Him Be the One to Say it Out Loud . I get where he was coming from, I really do but…
I noticed a lot of young parents “Liked” the link. They could identify I’m sure, with what this dad was saying.
I shake my head and smile, because in my heart, I know that in a matter of minutes (or so it will seem) this dad of young kids will soon be in the same boat as I am, wondering how it all passed so quickly.
Life changes. It’s supposed to. It changes for us all no matter how hard we try to hold on. We must each come to terms with what we will do when it changes all, on our own. No one can help us see until the time is now.
I once posted a status on Facebook that said something to the effect that they should give you a heads up at the hospital when you have a baby. They should give you a piece of paper stating: Warning! The next 18 years will fly by. A friend commented and said the new parents wouldn’t believe it if they did. She’s right, they wouldn’t, or maybe they can’t.
I guess that’s how it’s set up. If you knew in advance what you would learn along the way, then what would be the point?