Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Waxing Nostalgic ...

It's a beautiful morning ... warm and sunny ... grass and leaves green and moist with dew. The air is soft and full of bird sounds and insects. It's mid July already. *sigh Only a few weeks left and then it's back to school, with all its sense of urgency and schedules. If only I could bottle up this morning and keep it nice and snug ... to pull it out again in those dark, dreary days ahead. I just need to soak up every moment right now.
I usually try to stay away from serious topics or even very thoughtful topics on this blog ... I try to stick to the positive, sometimes the silly ... and mostly, as you know, just knitting. Right now, though, I guess I'm thinking of school because my daughters are gathering their sheets and towels, dishes and refrigerators ... anxiously awaiting the return to the university ... and I'm getting all of my son's books in order and each syllabus worked out for all his subjects. He'll be in high school now! I can't believe the years have gone so quickly. It's been 10 years since he started kindergarten! Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you ... so slowly, day after day of routine ... until finally, the routine has changed and you didn't even notice when it happened.
Looking in on my elderly parents has given me a new perspective on life ... a sobering, not always positive perspective ... I'm made aware of the depth of life ... how often we waste moments that we can never reclaim, throwing our minutes away as if they were nothing more than scraps ... not realizing that's all we have ... not realizing that those moments are what build a lifetime.

1 comment:

dragon knitter said...

i understand. my youngest is starting high school this fall, and i just can't believe it (he'll be very young, his 14th birthday is 10 days before school starts). my baby is in high school. and he's bigger than me.

son #1 has a GIRLFRIEND (he'll be 16 at the end of august), and is actually starting to think about college.

my daughters? they're 22 & 23. the 22 year old told me last week that growing up isn't all it's cracked up to be. ouch!

you talked about your parents on my blog, and yeah, my mom is 80 (my only remaining aunt is 91). it's the cycle of life, i guess