My youngest daughter recently said she found a "really old penny" and then proceeded to show me her treasure... a 1972 penny. REALLY OLD????
Yeah, she sure made me FEEL really old by saying that.
Wasn't it just yesterday I was bounding through fields of green weeds taller than I was? I can still smell the fresh green stalks as I dashed through.... still feel their crackle under my feet and the rush of the blades as they scraped by my face. I can still hear the swishing noise, as I raced through, reminding me of some wild beast traipsing through the wilderness.
Wasn't it just yesterday I stood at the beach waiting for wave after wave to knock me down into the cold frothy surf?
Wasn't it just yesterday I was returning on an airplane from countries abroad, with armloads gifts for everyone?
It feels like it was just yesterday.
But I haven't traveled to a foreign country since 1990.
and I was probably 8 or 9 the last time I ran through the fields.
(anyway, they've been gone many years now.... lost forever to a condo development)
And waiting for the waves to knock me over gave way to waiting for the water to be warm enough to even enter in the first place, and then waiting for waves to carry my surfboard into the curl of the wave, on a wild ride I so dearly love.
My daughter turned 9 today.
That time has passed so quickly.
She was the sweetest angel as a baby and every year she grows more beautiful and more independant. She is the apple of my eye.
I'm raising her to be a confident, kind and caring, but very independant young woman.
I am trying to make sure I savor each and every day I spend with her.
Remembering the moments and enjoying each and every one of them.
I want to give her what I never had.
And all the things I had to find on my own.
But I want her to find things on her own as well. Learn to learn. Learn to grow. Learn to fight for what she believes in and for what is right.
So far so good.
But it's really mind boggling just how fast time really flies by....
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