Your grandparents heap it upon you.  Parents heap it upon you: the waŕning of the passage of time. 

I have truly taken every opportunity to hug, snuggle and hold my children.  I am honestly blessed to know I am a part of more of their worlds than most parents are able to be.

But there it is.  Time.

A is old enough to not only stay home, but old enough to assume responsibility for other people’s children. I think back to my early babysitting days and I re-live the fact that I was in charge of children,  whole households at 14.   Not just any children: I was blessed with the journey of babysitting a high-needs, non-verbal autism spectrum disorder child.  At 14. Woa.

Children taking care of children. Knowledge that my sons will soon be taking care of other people’s babies. The passage of time.

We had a watershed moment tonight, contemplating the passage of time and the transition. There were tears, heartbreak and the knowledge of change.  The knowledge of the passage of time.  A struggled with it.  A lot.  He grieved for lost moments before thè moment occurred.  

We had to learn the lesson of living in the moment, within the passage of time.

To embrace the transition.
Here’s to transitions.