So, it was May Day yesterday.
Which is fitting.
I kind of feel lately that I’m an Ace World War I fighter pilot, and I’m in a plane hiiiiiigh up in the sky, and I’ve been shot down by the Red Baron and WE ARE GOING DOWN. MAY-DAY. MAY-FREAKING-DAY.
Ok, relax, it’s not as serious as it sounds. Desperate, though.
So, a few months back I was all, “Wow, the days pass twenty-four hours at at time and whoa, there goes another one,” and then April came and BOOM time has now decided to fire itself at me and just kind of shut my eyes and try to steer through the shrapnel, all ablaze and screaming a little.
Perhaps I’m exaggerating a little but let me just show you something:
Ok, when did my son on the left become a middle-aged man in marketing?
Ignore the one on the right. He’s basically been the same since:
But wait. No, look at pic above (how can you NOT because holy cuteness. If your ovaries aren’t exploding I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Unless you’re one of my five male readers then, yes, no ovaries. No exploding.)
My goodness people, WHERE, AND I MEAN WHERE EXACTLY, DOES THE TIME GO?
Just last week I was putting away Christmas decor because it was still snowing and now we’re signing them up for summer swim lessons and Blonde, evidently, is now thirty-seven and investing heavily in low-risk stocks (see above pic).
Cue: “Sunrise, Sunset” music.
Also Cue: “Stone Cold Crazy” by Queen. Obviously.
There is something about the month of May that unleashes the hounds of crazy at our house. I mean this is a two-fold way because crazy is nuanced like that and deserves levels.
Crazy, Level One: The calendar is exploding and no one knows how to make it stop.
Between birthdays, my college classes and finals, choir concerts (see above), more birthdays, trying to actually garden something because we are still attempting to keep the whole Martha Stewart vibe/ruse going, feedings, baseball, soccer, baseball AND soccer on the same day, still more feedings, end of the year things for teachers and coaches and my gosh I’m just going to start handing out five dollar bills, and more graduations, and the random “Let’s invite so and so over today!” from the husband, which leads to a bit of muttering on my part but thank YOU frozen Stouffer’s lasagna,(deep breath):
MAY. YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN.
Seriously. Somebody needs to hand May a small snack to try and get its blood sugar under control.
And oh, then there’s also this:
Crazy, Level Two Because This is Me, After All:
My children. They keep doing this thing called growing. And part of me wants it to stop. And then that part realizes what that really would mean, and so we go on and live in reality. But there are times…. when I pass them in the hall and they are so BIG and gangly and when they hug me I don’t even have to bend down at all (which honestly is kind of a bonus) they just fit right in under my chin.
I remember you, sweet older lady in the Walmart line who chirped at me that one time, “Cherish the moments, dearie,” while both boys were whacking each other with some useless artifact that Walmart puts at child eye level just to make them whine and want. I remember you well, sweet lady. At the time I think my eyes kind of shot fire at you while my kids laid on the floor and begggggged for the plastic toy thingie made in China in the Walmart line.
Oh yes, I remember you like it was yesterday.
I didn’t exactly cherish that moment, sweet lady. But, you meant well. I kind of wished you would get run over by an eighteen-wheeler loaded with plastic toys from China while you were wheeling your cart in the Walmart parking lot, but you know. I got what you were aiming at.
I never cherished the moments enough. But that’s parenting. We do and talk and fix and clean and cook and wipe and wipe again and we forget to stop and LOOK around. Mainly because 50% of the time the wiping involves some sort of bodily fluid and that takes hard core focus, y’all. It takes commitment to clean that stuff up.
And really? Even IF I had stopped and thought, “Right now. I am going to stop and really cherish this moment. LOOK AT ME CHERISHING IT ALL OVER THE PLACE.” I just don’t think I would have done it enough. Because that’s time, for you. And children. Neither of them stand still for very long.
It’s why my phone is full of pictures like this:
If you look closely, you can see the eye. Just like in Jaws. Only less scary.
And here’s the magic of all of this: The other day, I was in the store, and a tired momma was ahead of me, putting her Gogurts and her GoGo Squeez and her Cuties and all her other kiddie-named food on the grocery treadmill thingie (yes, there’s a term for it but I’m tired and my children make my vocabulary smaller) and she had about four sticky children all smushed up next to her and around her (ok, maybe it was two but they seem to multiply, like rabbits who constantly ask for things) and she just looked so exhausted and I wanted to encourage her. I wanted to tell her to hold onto this time, and just savor it. To really just BE in the moment, you know? So, I smiled at her and said,
“Girl. You really are rocking the top bun today.”
And I left it at that.
My son was the smallest kid on the HS Freshman football team – 5’3 maybe. Over the summer he grew to 5’11 he went from kids shirts to men’s Medium overnight – I swear. He grew armpit hair – I wanted to die – then his voice changed – when the heck did this happen??? Now he’s a HS Junior and is looking at colleges. Savor the melt downs in the stores, the drool, the elementary school artwork that you can’t figure out what it is but you pretend to cherish it and oh by the way you still have up on the frig because the next thing you know it they grow hair everywhere!!! AHHHHH
My first born child just GRADUATED COLLEGE this weekend. So yes, savor this time. (And don’t watch him walk across the stage thru the camera like I did and forget to yell when his name is called, and it was just me and my husband there so it was kinda quiet…I feel like a crap mom). But it really WAS just yesterday when I brought him home from the hospital. And then he finished elementary school, and then his voice changed, and then he grew hair in all those places, and then…. he went off to college. And now….he’s graduated and is an adult. I simply have no idea where the time has gone. Enjoy this time with them, my friend.