In a Blink of an eye

My boys are turning into young men on their way to adulthood.......

I have really been mourning how quickly the years pass and I know they will just keep flying by and I want to cherish each precious day with them. Time is fleeting and we can never go back or get back what we have lost or missed, but we can be aware in the moment of now, taking in each treasured moment shared. When they are little demanding all of your attention it seems like it will go on forever but before you know it you will be looking back at the years passed surprised how short of time "forever" ended up being. Instead of wanting it to hurry up you will be wishing you could be there again, rocking them to sleep, kissing their boo boos and reading their favorite stories to them before bed. When you were everything and mommy could always make it better.

It is an amazing gift to be a mother, so wrap your arms around your children and breath in the sweetness of your little baby, the dustiness of your little toddler covered in the film formed from his daily explorations. Your grade schooler seeking out his place in his world away from you. That stinken tween who is sure he knows more than you. Your hairy teenager that is on the threshold of becoming an adult. Hug them every day and tell them how much you love them and what a gift they are in your life.

We never know what's to come tomorrow; we may only have today and the memories of yesterday. Let your heart swell with your love for them and spill all over them….no matter how much they protest, they still need to know you love them and how valuable they are to you

Old and Angry but I gotta say I still like it. :o)

Raining Reigning

Time~

time ever flowing
always pouring
like drenching rain.

Falling and stumbling atop
against crashing day to day.
Never lulling in all its pulling
out of controling- can't keep up
with its endless droning.

I scream out

Wait

stop

Please slow down.

I can't keep up.

My grip is slipping
my hands are raw
ever grasping.

My heart is pounding my mind is
whirling. There is no ceasing its
all consuming.

Where am I? Can you see me?

Help me please I think I'm falling
hurry please, my strength is seeping.
Will you catch me? Or watch me fall,
do you see me? Can you hear me as
I'm screaming?

Your eyes rest on me

but
look
right
through me.

Behind your gaze is emptiness.

I think you too are lost,
left, already fallen,
only here by the air you breath.

I breath.
created 12/14/02 by D.M