day 344: full speed ahead

Is it just me, or does life fly when you are my age?  You spend years thinking the kids will never be out of diapers, or able to do their own homework, or even slightly independent, and then poof.  They are adults, and you have to re-navigate the whole thing.  How to talk about money.  How to talk about intimacy.  How to treat them differently.  All of a sudden. 

Still learning how to do it.  I hope we don't mess it up too bad.

9 comments

misssrobin | July 31, 2010 at 1:26 AM

It's either dragging or speeding. There just doesn't seem to be much in between, does there?

I'm with ya.

Luann | July 31, 2010 at 7:38 AM

The fact that you are so heads up about the changes in style that need to happen tell me you are going to do great.

Of course, it's easy for me to say. My oldest is only 13.

TechnoBabe | July 31, 2010 at 9:14 AM

It does feel like "all of a sudden", doesn't it?

Garden of Egan | July 31, 2010 at 11:06 AM

No it isn't you. Time is going at Mach 90. I blinked and the kids were grown and on their own.
I'm not sure I like it.

Susan Erickson | July 31, 2010 at 1:03 PM

I know the feeling. Life is short and suddenly that old cliche makes a lot of sense. Talking about intimacy is really not easy. I admit to being afraid of that one....

The Way I See It | July 31, 2010 at 10:50 PM

I SO relate to what you're saying. It's also a reminder to try to enjoy the moment, rather than waiting for life to reach a certain point. I can't help but look back with a bit of regret at not doing this very well, and now life has changed too much, too fast. I hope I'm doing something right for/with my kids too.

Lola Sharp | August 1, 2010 at 10:54 AM

Oh, it zooms. Way too fast, time flies, speeds faster still.

Marianne | August 2, 2010 at 8:40 AM

I am sure that whatever stage of life your children are in, you and Gid will be great at doing what is best for them. You love them and they know it. What else do you (or they) need?

Kim | August 2, 2010 at 9:00 PM

I'm so there with ya girlfriend! I remember as a child feeling like the minutes and hours lasted an eternity. I just wrote my son today and said, can you believe it's already August, schools about to start. Where did the time go?

So why do you think that is? Do you think we spend to much time wishing the time away and then all of a sudden were wishing it would slow down.

Can we ever make up our minds?