via ronedmondson.com
“The days are long but the years are short.” said an older man whose kids had grown and left the house. “Yeah, that’s what I hear.” was my I’ll-take-your-word-for-it reply. My baby was just a few months old at the time. Now? She’s seven. Seven?
Life has a nice habit of reminding you of important stuff now and then. The only catch is that you have to pay attention. My not-so-baby girl and I were walking the other day when she put her hand in mine. That little act was like a punch in the gut. Why? Her hand wasn’t so little anymore. I don’t have bear paw hands like my dad but her hand took up a good amount of real estate in mine.
I honestly don’t know how that happened. I know she’s grown these past 7 years – I’ve seen her pretty much every day of her life. But I swear she wasn’t this big yesterday.
She (and her sister and brother) is the reason why we don’t have TV. If she’s grown up this quickly, how much faster would it have gone with my attention given to television?
We can’t stop our kids from growing up. But we can make our time with them purposeful.
~TV STiNKS
TV STiNKS 
June 4th, 2011 at 10:30 PM
beautiful! i’d like a few more shorter days and a lot more longer years… kids seem to be growing up in a blink!
June 5th, 2011 at 8:02 AM
When parents of grown children get a sad look in their eyes reminiscing about how quickly time passed for them, you know this is true. Let’s see about slowing this process down a bit, eh? 🙂