It’s gotta just be the work of the big engine in the sky that speeds up time as you get older. I know that, for the first year of our children’s lives, time crawled along. It was slowed down by sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, worries about nuclear war and kidnappings–or about dropping the baby or not getting the car seat put in the car correctly. Then, for about the next 5 to 10 years, it managed to move a little faster, but it was still kept in its place by dumb homework assignments, school sports events, and endless worries about everything. But ever since all four of our kids hit ages where I no longer have to worry obsessively about every detail of their lives—these ages where they are pretending to be grownups!—time seems to have jumped right onto the fast track. And it won’t let up for a minute.
So now, my son, Parker, who started out as a little, chunky, always meditative boy, fondly referred to as “our Buddha baby,” is not only 6 foot 6 or 7 inches (but who’s counting?), but he’s graduating from college!! Forgive me if I just cannot take it in. Maybe if I scream it out: “Parker is graduating from college, World!” Nope. Didn’t work.
All I can say is, “How in the hell did this happen?”