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Time Keeps on Ticking, Ticking Into the Future

Who does that song? The one with the lyrics - "Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking into the future"?

It's the song that continues to play in mind today.

I've attended the graduation open house of my son Matthew's dearest friend, Kyle, today. While there I saw the elementary school principal, a teacher or two and a boatload of friends. It made me realize that no matter how hard I try to maintain the status quo ~ life continues.

Not only can I vividly recall my children as young children, I can recall many of their friends. It's  bittersweet this time passage thing because we, as parents and adults, can recall these graduating 'children' as children. At this open house, my daughter's first grade teacher recalled Delaney as a six year old lover of books and told tales out of school that brought back the memories of my daughter at that time in her life.

Shortly after that conversation,  I watched her rehearsal for the concert/performance/fundraiser. That girl has got some stage presence! And as an audience member, I got to watch the reactions of those in the audience  - some have known her since she was six. Many came up to me after the rehearsal and shared their awe or their disbelief that little Delaney wasn't so little anymore.

We all feel the same on the inside but are varying degrees of different on the outside. Occasionally I will walk in front of a mirror and be shocked by the person looking back at me. Tonight was a little like that because I still see the three not-so-little Piggins as little. But they're not. Damn it, they're not.

And then I recall my feelings as an 18 year-old and how those feelings weren't so different - I felt like a 16 year-old and wondered at the  young woman's reflection staring back.

Time is ticking. And I am holding on to that clock's big hand with all the strength I've got!

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  1. KathrynJune 25, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    I feel the same. And sometimes I miss my little boys SO much, it's a physical pain!

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  2. Market Savvy MamaJune 26, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    You are brilliant!! Your not-so-little Piggins are a beautiful reflection of you and John....

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