According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of “time” is: a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to future.
Joey and Eliza turned 9 months old yesterday. Part of me believes it completely and the other part of me is dumbfounded. A lot of the time, when I’m in the thick of daily life with the kids, I feel like time just drags. I often find myself saying, “When is this day going to end?” Sometimes living in the moment feels like living in slow motion. Then, there are the days when I say things like, “Wow, that nap went by quickly!” or “Is it really already Friday?” So, “time” in my world is an interesting phenomenon; months past feel like they just happened yesterday, the present feels somewhat stagnant, and the future feels far away. In reality, though, the future never is far away. I guess I live most days with a “take it one day at a time” approach, so when I wake up and the babies are 9 months old, I feel like I’ve received a good morning slap in the face (or something). What?! Joey and Eliza are only 3 months away from being 1 year old!? 1 year old?! That’s crazy. Wasn’t I still pregnant with them…like…yesterday?! Three months seems like a long time (and it feels like it too when I’m living it), but it’ll fly by just like all the previous 9 months. Yikes. I guess I better be careful when I wish for the kids to be school-age.
I think part of the reason the first year of a child’s life seems to go by so quickly is because of the astonishing growth and development rate. I mean, in the first year of life, babies go from being tiny sacks of potatoes to walking, communicating, lively little beings. Does it happen too fast? In my opinion, sometimes it doesn’t happen fast enough, and sometimes it happens WAY too fast. For example, it would be great if Joey and Eliza would start to feed themselves sooner than later. On the flip side, it would be great if they weren’t already climbing the stairs! Also, I’m really looking forward to the day Joey and Eliza really start playing with Linnea. They owe her big time. She has been an amazing big sister.
In terms of the future, I’m anxious and excited to see what it holds. When I run into people with twins, they always tell me that life doesn’t necessarily get easier, it just gets “different.” I can already see the truth in that statement. For sure. There are a lot of developmental milestones in the future that I have no idea how we’ll handle, but we will handle them. We’ll adjust. That’s life. Good thing I don’t have a major aversion to change. For now, I suppose I’ll keep taking it “one day at a time,” but I’ll try to remember to appreciate each moment (no matter how exhausting, wonderful, chaotic, rewarding…).
August 1, 2010 at 11:21 pm |
You know time flies when you find Tinkerbell Wings in the basement for Linnea that were yours for Halloween when you were a kid. . . ..