The rain on my window makes me want to stay in bed. The warmth of the quilt, the gentle cradle of my pillow. Just come in here and snuggle with me. They are too busy. They each have school.
Time to catch the bus. Where is your library book, your snack, your coat? It’s raining-wear the one with a hood, go, go. Don’t run, look both ways, I love you, have a good day.
When I see you later you will have lived so many more hours, changed in another way. You are growing – up, out, away.
The time I experience now, as a parent, moves so much more quickly than it should. I want to spend more time with you, teaching, learning, listening, relishing, being. There is so much growing, and testing, that our resources are spent talking, arguing. I sometimes wonder how we could harness the special relativity of time and use it to our advantage.
We look forward to those things in the future. Remaining stagnant is not an option, nor is it something we wish for. But just sometimes, I wish you could stay little. Just a little longer.