I've been listening to a few homeschool "pick-me-up" type lectures & a statement I heard recently in one was, "The days are long, but the years are short." I chuckled when I heard it a last month & then my youngest reminded me, daily from Australia Day forward just how many days were left until his big brother's birthday. That constant niggling reminder, because perhaps you forgot somewhere in the past 13 years & it might happen again, right?
We got all sappy & pulled up baby photos to look at & the kids roared with laughter at some of them. We had to tell the typical, "It was a dark & stormy night..." story, except when our boy was born it really was a dark & stormy night! There was even a tree down across our crazy long driveway which Mr S had to haul out of the way before we could be officially on our way. There was the whole small town thing where the Emergency Room was officially closed & so I just camped out in the doorway until my parents showed up. Let's just say people rolled pretty quickly when Mom hit the button & said, "Did you know there's a lady in labour laying out here in the foyer."
Yeah, sometimes "..the days are long..." as we manoeuvre through teenage hormones, & typical immaturity. But there's those amazing moments of love & laughter where we talk long & often about things that are important to him. The days when we see glimpses of the man he'll become.
That's when the reality of the "...the years are short." statement hit me hard. Fourteen years?! Where did the time go? Wasn't it only yesterday that we started this journey? Yet, here we are, talking about learning to drive, jobs, & life long career opportunities.
I wouldn't trade any of it for all the world! Not a moment.