I have had so many people say “time flies, right?” I shake my head, and get a little sad. It is so true.
Missy with her family in the background, Manzanita, OR 2016
Time is passing so quickly. I am reviewing my calendar through the end of the year, setting my travel plans for the holidays, deciding where we will be for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and then it will be a new year again. I actually have to decide these things now. I cannot put them off because of how swiftly the weeks fly by. It is terrifying.
During our walks, my husband and I discuss our retirement plans, what our home, or even a second home would be like, how we handle college. we discus how long we want to work, if we will travel. This is only 2 decades away. This is not very long from now, and we will need to prepare ourselves financially.
I always thought aging would be depressing. I know women in their early or pre-retirement whose fear of aging (shown in their behavior) has made me decide that I will try to slide into my next few decades gracefully. Embracing myself and my flaws, and focusing my energy on the love of my children, husband, and hobbies that I love. Nurturing a strong, consistent home-life that gives us strength, comfort and something that we can count on. Strong confident souls are not build on a ground that is constantly quaking, or rugs that are being pulled beneath them. Metaphorically, and in real life.
So, as time passes, I actually also embrace it. I want it to pass as my kids soak up their life, and their home, and familial consistency, and that one day they wake up, and they are 18, they are seniors in high school, and we are all still there, together, happy, in the same house, and that they know every little nook and cranny of their home, and it gives them comfort when they run off to school. Mom and Dad will be here, and we will do the turkey trot together and Mom will cook a big turkey in November, their Christmas Stockings will go up for winter break as they always have, and when they need us, we will answer the phone.
As time passes….I want them to know that nothing will change. I will not decide to be someone different. Dad will still shoot hoops in the rain. Mom will be found in the kitchen.
Time will pass, my kids will grow up, Jason and I will age, and that is that.