Time Flies

how time flies!

(it’s my nth time to say ‘how time flies’ in this blog…)

sorry, i can’t help saying it because it really flies so fast that i am unable to grasp each passing minute! time flies because it does, and we cannot do anything about it…

and probably, the cliche’ is apt in itself: ‘Time flies when you’re having fun!’  (talk about Gloria Steffan’s 80’s song… or i’m getting old. geesh.)

MY KIDS ARE GROWING UP SO FAST!

every night i watch them sleep and i often catch myself saying, ‘gosh, they’re getting bigger by the day!’   or worse, i sometimes hear myself say: ‘one day they will no longer seek for me when they’re sleeping…’ as they always do when nights are cold and they need comfort and warmth.

they will grow up.

it’s both a nice thing and a scary thing to muse about. but then again, it is no longer my control. they will grow up as they have to grow up because that is the cycle of life.

one day, they will no longer want to be called ‘baby’, nor will they want my hug and kiss anymore. they will seek for other people to give them a different kind of love. they will find other ways to make them happy and satisfied without any helping from me. and they will no longer want me to be around them in that space and time. their world, which once revolve its axis on me, will find other alignment, or worse, an axis opposed to mine. by that time, i will just be an audience, a spectator, an observer.

i will just watch them grow.

that’s why i want to embrace each precious moment i have with them, while they are still willing to listen to my endless rants and chants about life and how to live it… while my voice still seem music-like to their ears (come a time when they will shut their ears out for me)… while they are stil open to my suggestions and comments… while they can still express themselves unadulteratedly… and while i am still at the core of their life.

motherhood is such an arduous process! 

it is heartbreaking as much as backbreaking, a laborious 24/7 job and responsibility. moreso, it is an emotional rollercoaster of elaborate feelings with so much at risk and jeopardy at love. talk about being a parent. and talk about loving so much more than your own life…

now, i truly understand my Nanay and what she must have gone through rearing me as a child… 

time really flies.

and if being emotional a sign of old age…

i guess i am getting older…