Seems like I was young just last week. Or was it the week before? Could it have been that different?
The granddaughters were here for their annual visit. They have grown exponentially. Both are almost as tall as I am. They are eleven. I am older than that. Much older.
But it was more than that. Gone are the juice boxes and the grilled cheese sandwiches. The doll stage was short and it’s long gone.
Kids don’t play jacks, hopscotch or pick-up sticks anymore. I remember lots of small games that helped improve eye-hand coordination although I’m not sure it worked for me. They are ahead of us in many other ways.
There were electronics and something called slime. I never did figure out what that was. Maybe something like our Silly Putty.
We bought them winter coats. (Also gone are the bright multi-colored clothes that their Grammy loves buying.) Although the same size, one chose a children’s size and the other found what she wanted in a woman’s small. It fit perfectly. How did that happen?
They seem to be bursting like the Hulk but more attractively. Much more attractively.
When I was a child, everything moved in slow motion. I remember that vividly. Christmas took forever to get here and so did summer vacation. Now I am trying to figure out where July went. It was here one day and gone the next. It felt like I misplaced it like car keys or screwdrivers.
My nieces and nephews are in their 50s and 60s. Time marches on whether we are ready or not. (Trying to hang on to fall so it doesn’t go the same way July went.)
Enjoy the moment. It’s very fleeting. Someplace there is a black hole. It contains socks, Julys, dolls and juice boxes.