In less than a month, my son will be one year old. One year. That's insane. Don't get me wrong, I have had time flying past my head for decades now. That one particular semester in college, for example, is a total blur (likely because of the Keystone Light involved). But this past year really takes the cake, for a number of reasons. First, there are so many changes that take place. Each day, the baby does something new or looks new or your life involves something new. All of this frantic change really starts to give you a dizzy, wow-I-shouldn't-have-had-that-last-martini feeling. It's not shocking that the days fly by in a blur. Second, there is so much going on at once. Your life of "yeah, I have a Cubs game this week" is suddenly changed to "I need to try 5 babysitters before I go to the Cubs game, then need to make certain he's back from his playdate before the sitter arrives, then need to reschedule his doctor's appointment, then need to eat something, and oh, God, what is on my jeans and if I just wear them will anyone notice." And that's just Tuesday. So, again, I get why it's insane how fast things fly.
But at the same time, how the HOLY HECK did this happen? I had an infant; a tiny, little, adorable, wholly dependent creature. And suddenly, he's a little boy. He walks and says "yumm" (and means it) and looks at me like I'm crazy--just like adults. And I have no idea when he appeared. And soon he's officially a little kid. I'm beside myself. So, I suppose my point is this: patronize those who comment on how fast time flies where kids are concerned. Because it does. And it's bewildering. And irritating. And completely awesome. And, so, so quickly, it's gone.
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