My hubby bought my son a brand spankin’ new fresh from some drugstore (cheap alert) long desired and passionately awaited…. alarm clock for my six-year old son. Needless to say, my son was thrilled with and filled with that precious and peculiar excitement, wanting to bask in the glory of the treasure that now shines its red numbers and roars with a siren that drenches the air with a debilitating, pulsating, high-pitched scream. (When set to a nice early morning time…) He loves to watch the numbers go by…and loves to (makes me) share in the staring of each minute that turns. I am antsy, impatient, and restless with this new activity he so loves to pursue. I think of one hundred things I’d rather be doing and need to get done, as he begs me to watch…the minutes slowly, agonizingly pass by.
“LOOK HOW FAST IT GOES MOMMY!!! Daddy bought me a fast clock!!!”
I shrugged it off with a chuckle and a sigh…
“Oh yes- so fast. Now I have things to do…you go ahead and watch the clock all you want.”
“NO! You HAVE to watch it with me! You have to wait for the alarm to go…I set the time!!!”
AAHHHHH! I grab the clock, and find the alarm setting and push down the button, as the minutes fly forward to make the alarm go off that very second… BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…. (Radiating radar released.)
“There! WOW! That’s amazing. NOW, I will go get things done! Geez.”
I walk away perturbed, calculating just how much time passed, that I lost by engaging in this boring, tedious, mundane task. Time I wasted.
Then it hit me…
How dare I push forward time, so delicate and fragile…dismissing it like an irritating inconvenience. Was it not just yesterday when I slept with the weight of his 7 pounds warming my chest? Wasn’t I just nursing this freshly created bundle in my arms last week? I swear I JUST watched him toddle for the first time down the hallway into my arms. Where did my baby go?
Realization. Conviction. Longing…
To turn back time.
Yes, dear son, the clock really does go so fast.