“With you I don't hear the minutes ticking by
don't feel the hours as they fly
don't see the summer as it wanes
Just a subtle change of light upon your face”
Nothing has made me feel the passing of time like having a
child. I can still remember endless
summers and indulgent month-long Christmas times, or at least the dream of
them. I just gave birth to my son,
blinked, and he is one. Life is too god
damn short and it makes me angry. It’s
short and it’s hard. It’s filled with
heartache and loss. And it’s beautiful
and something I wish I could fully embrace.
Growing old, though, is not beautiful.
I don’t care how many people say gray hairs are a sign of wisdom and
therefore beautiful…laugh lines are the fossils of many happy years….it’s not
beautiful – it sucks! Aging takes your
body and maybe your mind. When you are
finally old enough to realize your beauty and your worth – it all begins to
fade, to wither. And like a melancholy
lullaby we are rocked back into a life of dependence and quiet solitude,
hopefully with someone else to hold us and love us into the great unknown.
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