potential

I heard myself say it, something about how each year seems to be passing faster than I remember, proving once again that I am becoming a woman of a certain age.

I can see why some people take up seemingly odd passions; develop a stereotypical midlife crisis.

The restlessness accompanied with thoughts of if 'not now, then when'?

But in six weeks, my daughter went from struggling through drills to spraining her wrist to developing a nice serve in volleyball.

Seeds have cropped up in my windowsill.
kids and courtney
Courtney cranes her neck to watch me wash dishes, instead of shrinking away.
plaits
Somehow these moments don't leave me grieving over lost hours.

I feel energized and excited about what we can accomplish in such a short period of time.

In six short weeks, my kids will be home for the summer.
trailblazer
I wonder what we will cook up.

Comments

I know what you mean. I am constantly amazed at the new things Ella learns and says and does. When I look back at old photos of her as a baby, I fondly remember that time, but really look forward to what is coming next. I also always look forward to the changing of seasons all year long. God knows that we need this change and progress in our lives. I suspect that even when we are with Him for eternity that there will always be something to look forward to as we grow and become more like Him.
Madge said…
i'm so ready for summer...

my boys are seven and almost eleven and i just love this age. so wonderful to see them grow and change and learn.
stephanie said…
I, too, have started to embrace the love of possibility more than the sadness of things ending.

I think we have to, or we live a tragedy.

So looking forward to a summer full of more open time with friends :D And your dog!
Just tonight Son and I were talking (!) at dinner and my recent schedule. He wondered if I were going to go back to my "part time" work or keep up the crazy hours. He reminded me "By fall we can drive ourselves and our friends to school and we won't need you." Was that supposed to make me feel better? I replied, "No honey, I have the rest of my life to work. Next year is your senior year, your last year at home. And I want to be with you." He looked at me, smiled and gave a long, slow, "Yeaaah." Whew.
Saucy said…
Summer can't come soon enough. We will be in school here right until the last day of June. Ugh. We need to cook up a few projects, too so keep me posted.
Tricia said…
What a wonderful reflection. I look forward to hearing what you cook up for the coming summer months.

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