Trying to hold time in the palm of your hands
Last night, I gardened way until after dark. As I was planting the flowers in the front yard, I was babysitting my neighbor’s son, who wasn’t feeling well, and she wanted a run. He goes to a school where they only speak French and he said in the next grade they will begin learning Spanish. I thought HOW COOL. He said his sister didn’t think so, as a matter of fact, she walked down the aisle of the school when she was pre-K gathering information on English schools and insisted she go to one. What can you do?
Meanwhile, I came in afterwards and T and I took a long bath and had one of T’s famous vodka tonics (pronounced Wodka Tonics) and afterwards we just held each other tight and counted the minutes. Why is time going by so fast? The days are speeding ahead, racing to the finish line even while we dig our heels into the ground and try to hold onto the minutes, the moments, the hours.
Our lives are complicated and enriched by friends, family, work, and animals, not to mention each other, but all of these serve to tick away minutes and time to where we both feel as if we begin a day only to end a day before a blink has completed and that everything in between is rushing by in a great blur of fun and activity but racing nonetheless.
How to hold back time? She thinks we need to make sure we have time for baths and holding each other. For me, it’s about trying to prioritize if this event needs to happen, if I must stay at my desk for that long, and to understand that even though I left four plants out of the ground and the ground cover on the side of the porch and didn’t finish what I was doing – there is time enough.
I hope.