“Honey, you are my shining star
Don’t you go away”
The Manhattans
At night while laying sleepless in bed, my head is filled with thoughts on how quickly time is passing. My baby is six—almost seven. We are more than “one-third-of-they-way-done” before she turns 18 and could move away to attend college… go back-packing through Europe… volunteer for some cause … move in a group house or worse yet with a boyfriend. I hope these next twelve years don’t go by as fast as the last six.
by Jody M
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Oh Jody – it really hit home here. It’s as if in a blink of an eye I’m “two-thirds-of-the-way-done” – sad…and shopping for her first graduation dress..sixth grade is over and off to middle school…I only hope she is less confused and scared than I am:)…hope next six years will slow down…she still needs to learn how to cook before leaving me for good:)
beautiful thoughts & beautiful image, jody….this really speaks to me, as we are in the same boat. some days i wish i could stop time, because the thought of them growing up and leaving us…
your work and your words are wonderful:)