Swiftly fly the years


Our son with his newborn baby girl

Our son, our last born, celebrates a birthday this week. When I think of him, I smile and remember what a surprise he was when he emerged in that delivery room.  A boy! We had expected another girl and only had a girl’s name chosen.

But surprise! The doctor announced, “It’s a boy!” and we were actually shocked. The one thing I remember saying to Papa, who was right by my side through labor and delivery, after our son’s arrival was, “But he doesn’t have a name!”

We deliberated awhile and finally chose the name that my own father suggested.  It is a good, solid name. And I blinked and that baby boy grew up and turned out to be a good, solid man.

When I stop to think about the stage of life he’s in now (almost to his 30’s), the lyrics to the song “Sunrise, Sunset” from Fiddler on the Roof automatically come to my mind:

Is this the little girl I carried, 
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older, 
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty, 
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days.

When did that little boy who played with Legos, cars, and Star Wars toys as well as every sport that came his way, the son who made his parents proud with all his accomplishments, grow to be so tall?

And now after all the sunrises and sunsets that have passed, he is a parent himself.

He and our lovely daughter-in-love just had their first baby – our precious second granddaughter – right before Christmas. How can it be that baby that I once held in my arms – my last one – is now all grown up and holding his own beloved little one?

Because the days, just like in that song, do flow by swiftly.  And the years follow in suit.

My dad used to tell me how quickly time flew by for him in his 90 years on earth. When I was a youngster, it seemed that time passed by slowly. 

A friend and I were just discussing this recently. How when we were girlhood friends, we couldn’t wait for school to be left out for summer recess or we couldn’t wait until Christmas.  Or when we couldn’t wait to become teenagers. Then we couldn’t wait to drive. Then we couldn’t wait to graduate from high school. And then we couldn’t wait until we graduated from college….got married…had a career…or a family….or….. 

We just couldn’t wait to grow up! 

Before we knew it, we were grown up, our children became adults, our parents passed away, and we found ourselves to be the older generation. And now we wish time would slow down.

Just like that. [snaps fingers] Time goes by. And continues to do so.  Which is why it’s so important to make the most of our time before it runs out.

“Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.”~ Marc Bolan

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10 responses

  1. I completely understand. My daughter will be 33 this April and in June she is due to expect my first grandchild, a boy. I once heard it said, the days go by slowly, but the years fly by. I certainly don’t have the life I expected to have at 57 but I’m trying not to let that finish the joy and excitement I feel. Congratulations!

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  2. Your words are so true. Just seems like yesterday when my son was flying down our driveway on his big wheel and wearing out numerous pairs of tennis shoes that he used as brakes. Then you look at the young man standing before you and say, thank you Lord for this precious gift you have given to me. May he be the example you would have him be and give him the wisdom to stay close to you (of course that prayer began the day you knew he was on the way!). Thank you for the beautiful post you had for my son in December. Guess Number 2 is going to be in the same birthday dilemma as he is. But his birthday is probably celebrated more than anyone else (July for a half year with his sister, November with all the other family members that have winter birthdays and then on his actual birthday! He must be close to having 100 birthdays by now [lol]. The picture you have is just so sweet. You can see the love in your son’s eyes as he holds his precious gift. Does not seem possible that we are the older generation, but time marches on. Congratulations on #2.

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  3. Time does fly Mama! But I love being the older generation now. To watch what is mine grow up and give me such joyous grandchildren is amazing! We taught our kids how to become good parents, now we teach them how to become the older generation. It’s an awesome responsibility. But it is also exciting and fun! A beautiful photo! Congratulations!

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