Time Flies, you can’t they fly too fast.
“Time Flies, you can’t they fly too fast” my grandfather would always say. He also used to say, “Stop walking around like an envelope waiting to be stamped.” And he loved limericks, particularly a rather filthy one that is unrepeatable, even here. But Time does fly.
This week I became the mother of not one, but two, twenty-six-year-olds. It always gets a little confusing when I’m asked about the kids ages, I explain that two are the same age, but no, they are not twins, one is fostered.
“Ah”, people respond knowingly “I bet he looks like you, fostered children often begin to look like their foster parents” Wesley and I always enjoy this.
How, in the blink of an eye, they go from 6 to 26 is astonishing. Domino, when she was quite small, always said Wesley was her favorite brother, and she had a few to choose from. Why? Because he was the one tall enough to reach the cereal cupboard. Now, even she can reach the cereal cupboard.
I felt, heavily, the passing of time this week, with the news that Tina Turner had died. She had been there, all through my teenage years and beyond. As one wise person once said, ‘what you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone but what is woven into the lives of others.’…..