time...

Three or four times a year I get this deep aching sense of time passing.

As I see my kids grow and inch, listen to their wise words,

notice them needing me less.

I want to grab them and wrap them up and duct tape and savour the moment.

Most often I do not do this. I wallow for a moment 

and then move on.

I say promises to myself about how I will spend more quality time,

how we will be more purposeful.

But more often we just move about our day. 

I am not saying I do not cherish them.

The boys.

I just sometimes forget to stay put.

To absorb the hug given

or the plea for my time.

I forget to be present.

Parenting is a 

wild and

awesome

ride.