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But I nailed the timing this spring break. My sons are 8 and 10—straddling the divide between magic and reality. They can walk all day, carry their own stuff and are generally willing to wait for something they want.
The weight of your age eclipses you sometimes, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Sometimes the kiddos and I just need to dance it out.
I had a long list of places I wanted to see. I wanted my passport filled with stamps, my bones tired from bumpy bus rides on backwood roads in some distant place. But it didn’t turn out that way. The pull to stay with my family, and in my place, was so great that the best I could do was go to graduate school across the country in Oregon.
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Oh, time, time, time… you tricky rascal. How is it that getting from morning to lunch takes forever, yet the birthdays just fly by me? How is it that my kids are so big?
I honestly can’t seem to get a handle on this time thing. Since becoming a mom, people have told me to make time for myself. Out of what, exactly, I don’t know, but I would guess it is like crafting or cooking. If I can get the right supplies or ingredients perhaps then I can whip up a batch of time. Until then, though, I will just keep on pushing, squeezing and cramming so much into my day that it might in fact burst.
Tell us your stories about TIME. The moments where you said “its time”. The ways time flies or crawls or stops. Tell us how TIME shapes you, and send it to us to shape Mamalode.
It’s TIME to tell your story.
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