When I was a kid, summer break seemed like a lifetime. Three months of no school!! A year was even longer. And five years? An eternity. For a ten year old, five years represents half of your life, which is why I think it seemed like such a long time. For a 50 year old, five years is only 10% of your life, which is why the older I get, the faster time seems to fly by. It's not my imagination. In the scope of my entire life here on earth, time is moving faster.
When my kids were young, everyone I knew in their 40's and 50's with high school and college kids warmed me how fast the time would go. I didn't believe them. Not only could I not imagine myself being "old" like they were, but I couldn't imagine my kids graduating from high school and leaving for college.
Jay, (#2 of 6) graduates from high school this Tuesday night. I don't think it's possible for a dad to delight in his son anymore than I delight in Jay. I marvel at the young man he has become and I so enjoy the tender full hearted relationship we share. I'm more excited about his next four years in college then he is (I know what he's about to experience). But I am also profoundly sad watching him begin the process of leaving.
He swam his last high school swim meet this past weekend. I cried. He sang in his last high school choir recital tonight. I cried. He'll give a speech at his graduation ceremony. I'll cry. He'll board a plane in September. I'll sob.
The days are long . . .
. . . but the years are short.