Time machine

I’d like to know how to slow time down. Not forever. Just for a little while.

Enough to remember the last time he held my hand when we crossed the street. The last time he fell asleep in my arms. The last time I solved all his problems with a hug and a soft kiss on his cheek.

If I knew that was going to be my last time, I wouldn’t have let it slip away so quickly.

Our son is now in his teens and is racing towards adulthood. I know the big wide world will call him soon. And there’ll come a day when he’ll leave our home for the last time.

Will someone tell me how to slow time please? Just for a moment longer.

For #bloganuary. What is something you wish you knew how to do?

10 thoughts on “Time machine

  1. My three girls have grown into wonderful woman. The best thing is I don’t have to cook all the time when they visit, they will buy me lunch or coffees when we are in town and it’s not always Dad’s shout. They grow, depart but can always come home and know that they are safe and loved 🙂

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  2. Time cannot be slowed, only savored. I wish you someday have the experience I had a couple of years ago visiting my adult son: I suddenly was filled with joy at what a fun, caring and interesting person he was and how nice it was to have a cup of coffee and just visit with him.

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