Six years ago, we walked into the hospital a duo and came out a trio.
Six years ago, everything changed. My heart, mind, and body were twisted and curved, expanded and transformed to take on new shapes, new roles, new perspectives. Our patience, willpower, and commitments have been tested and challenged, pulled and stretched, and like an elite athlete after training for a competition, we have emerged stronger, fitter, more confident because of it.
Six years ago, my heart cracked open, bringing with it a tiny little person – a person! – with all the tenderness, restlessness, and carefree confidence imaginable.
Six years ago, the sands of time accelerated, moving so quickly at times that I am left shuddering in terror that I might be swept away by the sheer force of it all.
If my pleas would allow me to press “pause” just for a few moments or replay certain moments during the past six years –moments of joyful bliss and even those moments of parenting failure that I would like to change – I would be down on my knees, praying to any and every god willing to listen.
But, of course, that is impossible.
Perhaps I can slow time down a little though. Maybe if am a little slower to anger and aggravation; quicker with hugs and forgiveness. If I issue fewer orders and admonishments; offer up more laughter and entertainment. If I lower expectations for achievement, success, and milestones; raise expectations for happiness, authenticity, and self-confidence.
Maybe then I can slow the quickly moving sands of time. And the next six years won’t speed by as quickly as the past six years have.