Sunday, 13 June 2010
You know you're old when life starts racing past you like a steam train. Over the past couple of days, I've been reminded just how fast time seems to be flying past me. Sixteen years since I finished school, surely not. Five years since I last saw my sister-in-law and nephew, not possible. Almost two years since my baby was born, can't be true, but at least it does explains the back-chatting little person wandering round my house.
When you're a kid time is endless. It's a bounty of endless wonder. Summer holidays last a lifetime and it's always an age between Christmas and your birthday. Nowadays, weeks fly past like days and years are over before you know it. Whoosh, what was that? Oh, it was May flying over my shoulder and most of June whooshing past my ear.
Once upon a time, time was like sand in the Sahara, truly more than enough of it and it didn't matter if it got blown away in the wind. Now it's a precious commodity that I want to bottle, not waste a precious drop.
This weekend is a lovely long weekend, with barely any dates scheduled. So, it's a luxury to watch the hands of the clock tick by, snuggle with my girls, laugh with my husband, get to know my niece and nephew, catch up with old friends. Mostly it's a chance to catch my breath and take note of the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years that are whizzing past.