My youngest, aka Sweetness, turned six years old a few weeks ago and I've been dwelling on the fleetingness of time. Seems like only moments ago I was holding a newborn in my arms and now I've got a little man who reads big-boy books, can kick my butt in Mario Cart and can hold fairly intelligent conversations with his ten year old brother. He begins Grade One in the fall and though I'm excited for him, I'm suffering a savage case of The Nostalgias.
But I can't blame it all on him. My big sister celebrates her 50th birthday in a few weeks. For the record, I am waaaaay younger and it's my great pleasure to remind her of this on every occassion :)
A week later, my mom turns 90. NINETY!! And her age hasn't deterred her. She's still spry, still driving and doing her own housework and still the smartest lady I know.
And yesterday, my neice Kaitlyn, who spent ages four through five dressed in her Maid Marion Halloween costume which I swear was only a few years ago -- graduated university with a degree in political science.
Remember how summer holidays felt so loooong when you were a kid, and now, as an adult, it's a blip? Sweetness finishes Kindergarden on June 11th. He can't wait. Meanwhile, I'm panicking about losing my writing time for three months and fretting over the low word count on my current work in progress.
Scary business, this time thing...how in some cases it feels fleeting --like between blogposts --and in others, painfully and agonizingly slow --like during childbirth. Or when you're waiting for an email from your agent on the status of your book as it makes its rounds through the NY publishing houses :)
Since we both know it will be awhile until my next blogpost, I leave you with fond summer-time smoochies