I have the remains of a snowman in my front yard. After the first big snowstorm of the year, my
granddaughter excitedly created the little guy, complete with stick arms and a
hat and scarf. The sticks, hat and scarf all lie on the ground now, the
snowman having slowly disappeared with the (oddly) warmer weather we have had.
I look at what is left of our little snowman, and it reminds
me of how fleeting time is. When I was
18, the world and my life stretched out before me, a wondrous adventure with endless possibilities and
seemingly endless time. Now I am 58 and
my life does not stretch out before me, there is more behind me now than there
is ahead. And that is okay. What I do know now, that I did not understand
at 18, is that the time goes quickly.
Like the snowman my granddaughter built, one day I will be a pile of
what is left, not sticks and a hat and a scarf of course; nevertheless, gone
all the same. And what will remain?
I have 2 grandchildren and I adore them! I have 4 beautiful grown children and they
are my light and my life. What I want to
remain with them always is my love,
my pride in them, my joy in having them in my life. I want them to have something precious from
me, time. So, this weekend I will be hosting
a sleepover with my grandchildren.
Perhaps we will build a snowman, perhaps we will bake cookies, perhaps
we will just be. But whatever we do, I
am hoping to build a lasting memory with them, something that will, in the end,
remain.
