October 26 Blog
Hello Fellow Mamas!
Can you believe how quickly summer flew by? It feels like just yesterday we were basking in the sun, and now here we are, wondering where all that time went. As I get older, I’ve come to realize that the seasons and the years seem to pass in a blur. Those well-meaning adults always told us to cherish our childhoods, and now I understand exactly why. It feels like time stretches on for ages when you’re young, but in reality, it can vanish in the blink of an eye.
Thinking back to my own childhood, I vividly remember being around 5 or 6 years old, daydreaming about when my “real” life would begin. At that age, I thought growing up would take forever—after all, being a kid felt like it would last eternally. But before I knew it, that innocent time was over, replaced by a cascade of memories that I often long to relive. It’s bittersweet, isn't it? Life continues, whether we wish for it to slow down or not, and we find ourselves navigating responsibilities and commitments as if it’s just the way things are meant to be.
I can’t help but wonder if others feel the same way. When I reflect on my own childhood and young adulthood, there’s a palpable sense of nostalgia. It’s not that I dislike my life now—having kids and a husband brings immense joy—but it’s undeniable that I had so much more free time back then. And before you ask, no, I’m not hastening my departure from this world, ha-ha! It’s simply the passage of time weighing heavily on my mind. I see the changes happening within me, and to be honest, it scares me at times. The thought that one day, everything I know could come to an end is daunting. Many people suggest we should focus on the positives of life, reminding us that we still have many years ahead. While they have a point, I believe that acknowledging our fears and uncertainties can deepen our appreciation for the time we do have.
When I look at my children, I often tell them to enjoy every moment of being a kid because it doesn’t last forever. I find myself resonating with what my mother tried to impart to me during my own childhood, and I hear the echoes of the wisdom that many adults shared: JUST BE A KID. My greatest hope is that my children can hold onto their childlike wonder for as long as possible. The path to adulthood is filled with unexpected twists and turns; it isn’t what I imagined when I was younger. I can only hope their journey is smoother than mine was.
For now, they are 16, 10, 8, 3, and 3 years old—each of them brimming with hope, love, and an insatiable curiosity about the world around them. As children, this is exactly how they should be, soaking up every experience and enjoying the simplicity of life before the complexities of adulthood come rushing in.
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