Monday, August 29, 2016

Time Flies


by Fran McNabb

The dog days of summer are upon us. No, let me rephrase that. The dog days of summer have been with us for a couple of months. This has been a very hot summer. My husband and I sit out in the afternoon and evenings to enjoy the harbor activity or to enjoy the company of neighbors. This summer we’ve spent more and more afternoon inside in air conditioning.

Maybe the weather is hotter this year, or maybe we’re just getting older and the heat affects us more. The second explanation is probably the correct one. We are getting older and as we go from one year to the next, it seems the summers are hotter and the days are flying faster than they did in the years past.

My mom used to say that as we age, the years go faster. I never paid much attention to that—until now.

We had the privilege of having our five-year-old grandson at the beginning of the summer. His birthday is the last day of August which makes all the others in his class older than he is. One day out of the blue he looked at me with a sad-sack face. “McMama, I’ll never be six.” I started to tell him he was being silly, but then, I realized that for him time isn’t passing as fast as it is for me. Getting to be six is the biggest worry his little mind has right now, and to him, the three months ahead were endless.

Yes, time flies as we get older. We clutter our minds with family matters, financial worries, career problems and on and on and on. As I look back at a simpler time in our lives—when our greatest worry was as simple as a birthday—I realize that youth and simplicity was a state of bliss.

That six-year-old birthday party was celebrated early this year, and at the party I heard the little
fellow tell a friend, “I’m not six yet.” I didn’t say anything though I wanted to say that his real birthday would be here before he knew it, and before he could blink an eye he’d be an adult celebrating graduations, births, and anniversaries with his own family. I hope these future celebrations will be as anticipated and as wonderful as his “real six-year-old birthday.”

Yes, time does seem to fly, but I hope as adults we can still feel the innocent excitement we once felt in childhood.
 

FRAN MCNABB and her husband have two sons and two grandsons and have enjoyed watching these young men experience life as they mature. She writes sweet romances and loves including children in her books. Visit her at www.FranMcNabb.com or at mcnabbf@bellsouth.net.

14 comments:

  1. Lovely post, Fran. I remember how long the summers always felt when I was a kid - now, as you say, they fly by! I retired hoping things would slow down again but it hasn't happened that way. I guess our best course is to enjoy every moment!

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    1. Cheryl, I understand about retirement. I often wonder how I did everything I did when I worked because now I don't seem to have time to do anything! Maybe I'm just slower! Enjoy your retirement--and write.

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  2. So true, Fran. Not only do the summers fly by, but also the beautiful falls days are gone too soon. It sounds like you've learned to savor each day. Good for you.

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    1. Sandy, yes, the beautiful autumn days so seem to fly by much too quickly. I love fall with its beautiful colors and cooler weather. Hope you have a good one. Thanks for stopping by.

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  3. I sure wish time would slow down but it just gets faster and faster. The summer seems long to me because of the heat and also because I have a grandson to entertain.

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    1. Yes, I can't imagine trying to raise a grandson at our age. I'm so proud of you.

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  4. Very sweet. I am amazed at how quickly my grandchildren have reached nearly four and nearly two (the two youngest of the lot) but for them... it's a lifetime.

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    1. Leigh, if you have more than 2 you are a lucky lady. I cherish my two, but I know our family won't get any bigger. Thanks for dropping in.

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  6. I can still remember when I was a kid and time ran at a snail's pace. It seemed like Christmas would never come each year. Now it goes by so fast, it's a blur sometimes. I try to remind myself occasionally to slow down and savor a moment.

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    1. Karen, you are so right. Christmas took its sweet time coming when we were younger. Now I find myself trying to fill my gift list the week before Christmas and wondering how it got it here so quickly!

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  7. I'm recovering from a broken femur and, although I'm old, time is creeping while I wait for the bone to heal. Three more weeks to go and I count every day. I can relate to your grandson.

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  8. Mary, so sorry to hear that. I can imagine that time is creeping for you. It's got to be hard. I hope you heal quickly!

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