Precious is the Time We Spend with Our Children
Far too late, we come to grips with how fast time flies. It seems our children's ages bound in chunks of years rather than one birthday at a time.
They're born sucking their thumb, they walk, off to kindergarten they forge. You send out high school graduation invitations, attend college initiation with the other parents, and rejoice in your daughter's excitement as she announces her engagement.
Then, the cycle renews again with their children.
I know I spent lots of time with our children between those leaps through life but the memories are all too fleeting. Every time I hear "Cats in the Craddle" it tugs at my heart. My chest tightens and breathing is labored.
Oh, why must those precious moments vanish so swiftly?
I should have yanked those slivers of joy from the time warp when I had the chance. I want to turn the clock back to hold our dear ones tightly once again and never let go.
Too late — that time is gone!
Our first grandchild arrived last year and she's already taken her first step. Her loving mother's so busy it's hard to spend the time you'd like with their family.
But we understand. We've been there.
Time marches on, and I better fight for my share of precious contact with the little one and her marvelous mom. Who knows what remains of such tender opportunities?
Better treasure them while I can.
They're born sucking their thumb, they walk, off to kindergarten they forge. You send out high school graduation invitations, attend college initiation with the other parents, and rejoice in your daughter's excitement as she announces her engagement.
Then, the cycle renews again with their children.
I know I spent lots of time with our children between those leaps through life but the memories are all too fleeting. Every time I hear "Cats in the Craddle" it tugs at my heart. My chest tightens and breathing is labored.
Oh, why must those precious moments vanish so swiftly?
I should have yanked those slivers of joy from the time warp when I had the chance. I want to turn the clock back to hold our dear ones tightly once again and never let go.
Too late — that time is gone!
Our first grandchild arrived last year and she's already taken her first step. Her loving mother's so busy it's hard to spend the time you'd like with their family.
But we understand. We've been there.
Time marches on, and I better fight for my share of precious contact with the little one and her marvelous mom. Who knows what remains of such tender opportunities?
Better treasure them while I can.