Like Sands Through The Hourglass...

It's official.  I am old.  I know it's been a gradual thing, but it feels like an instant change.  Last night, my baby had his first shave.  YIKES!!  He didn't have a major "stache" going on, but it was enough of a shadow to make him look like his upper lip was dirty.  I am not dealing with this so well.  I don't know why this milestone has hit me so hard, but it has.  I should not have a child that shaves!  You know as well as I that once you start shaving, it only gets worse. 

The years seem to be slipping away like sand slipping through an hourglass.  Try as I might, I cannot slow the progression.  I feel helpless, watching it fall away.  My brain is screaming, "SLOW DOWN!".  It doesn't.  So, it's time I hop on this ride and quit standing by watching it. 

I love the snow.  I always think about my mom when it snows.  My mom wasn't the type that jumped in and played with us as kids.  We'd play card games occasionally, but that was about it.  When it snowed, though, she was just as excited as we were.  I can remember her getting out old bread sacks and placing them over our socks before we put our boots on.  I hated that!  It did usually manage to keep our feet dry, though.  She had these furry boots.  Now that I think about it, they were pretty ugly.  She never wore them unless we had snow out.  These memories have made me associate snow with good times.

I am trying to make some lasting memories like that with my boys.  I don't really know if boys appreciate those types of things like girls do.  I've never been a boy.  I hope they will one day look back on their childhoods with fond memories of me.  I got out with them yesterday and pulled them on the sled behind the four-wheeler.  They had a blast.  It was fun for me, too.  If the snow wasn't so powdery, we'd make a snowman.  The snow ice cream was wonderful! 

I believe it's important to take time out of our adult lives to just be a kid with our kids.  I am certain that the memories created then will last a lifetime.  And maybe, just for a moment, the sands of time will seem to slow their descent.  

Me, my mom, my sister, & a family friend

(Around 1983)