One thing parents talk about is how fast the time goes. You have a baby and wake up and your baby is entering kindergarten. Then your baby is driving a car to high school. Then your baby is out of the house. Poof.
At some point, you come to realize it’s all true. A year feels like a month. A month feels like a week. A week like a day.
But what about this? Time flies, but if you’re lucky, it’s still just so much time.
Hours and hours and days and days and years and years. Physically near them. Touching them. Holding them. Getting yelled at. Big hugs. Big smooches. Watching tears. Watching smiles. Long car rides. Meltdowns. Saturday mornings that start at 6:13 am. Sunday mornings that start at 6:29 am. Bedtimes. Snuggles. Walks. Meals. Vacations. Staycations. Homework. Holidays. Singing. Dancing. Puzzles. Books. Pointing at bricks.
So yes, time flies. And if you’re not careful, time flies right past you.
But don’t forget that this love and pain and joy is hundreds of thousands hours devoted to someone else. And that’s the job.
Gratefully Dad 