The last first day of high school is happening tomorrow. Everyone asks "where did the time go?" for a reason. We simply do not get enough time. Not with our loved ones, our family, our friends. No one has ever complained about having too much time with their loved ones, not in my case anyway. I wish I could have another chat with my grandparents (or have my first one with a Pop that I never got the pleasure to meet). I would give a lot to hear my Uncle Abe's laugh or my Nan's giggle. Or see Nan Rowe smile. To have tea with my Pop. To be able to see Roland's face one more time as he sees Jacob. To have Dad ask "how is my favorite daughter?" and then laugh at his own dry jokes. I would give just about anything. My list of friends is getting longer too.
To hear my son's little boy voice ( I am guilty of watching digital footage of him over and over as a little baby and boy). And now Grade 12 is upon us. What the hell? I looked away too quickly. I took my eye off the ball. How did this happen?
I am so proud of him, The man he is becoming makes me burst. My heart walks around the house casually talking about cell phones, star constellations and coffee like he's not important, not the centre of the universe. But he would say he'd like to be with a grin. Not enough time. Before I know it graduation and then the big life event will occur and he'll walk out that door with a smile and full of excitement. His life will begin. I hope this year drags by slowly like cold molasses running up a hill. Maybe it will give me enough time to get used to it.
