Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts! It's Anya's first day at school in 4th grade and I'm not happy at all. I'm more sad than excited. She's not supposed to grow up so fast! Sorry, I'm not prepared and and am not able to cope.
I want my baby to be the little girl always, whom I can carry around, dress up, hug anytime, who listens to me and who is happy spending all her time with me. We spend our time doing fun projects together, dressing up, singing and dancing, taking pictures and playing.
Seriously, how does one cope with kids growing up so fast? At this pace, she'll be in middle school after this year and the next! That's just outrageous.
I've told her that I want her to go to 3rd grade tomorrow. Or better still, 2nd grade. I can't let this happen. Just can't!
We were looking at her 3rd year pictures. Looking at her baby pictures always brings a smile to my face and a spark in my eyes. But it all ends in tears for that time will never come back.
The passage of time is so relentless. Punishing. Hurtful.
Time,
The greatest robber if there was one
Stole my childhood
Threw me in mid-life
And now is stealing my kid's years away!
The baby that she was
Crawling one day,
Walking the next
Sucking on her thumb
Pulling at my clothes
Wanting to go to the play area
Started school one day,
Mind you, just for fun
And now she's a fourth grader?
Are you kidding me?
She's not supposed to grow up so fast
Let her be!
Leave her alone!
Let her enjoy,
The wonders of blowing bubbles
And the joy of being chased
The rush of wind in her hair
When the swing touches the sky.
Let her laughter be
Carefree, unburdened
Let her observations be
Raw, candid and full of wonder
For once,
Time,
Be the good guy
Give us more each year,
More moments
To live, cherish and enjoy
More moments
To just be in each other's company
To hug, laugh and cry
Better still,
Just take a break
A long vacation,
do you mind?
We'll let you know
Once we're done
Please, just this once.
Pretty please?
I want my baby to be the little girl always, whom I can carry around, dress up, hug anytime, who listens to me and who is happy spending all her time with me. We spend our time doing fun projects together, dressing up, singing and dancing, taking pictures and playing.
Seriously, how does one cope with kids growing up so fast? At this pace, she'll be in middle school after this year and the next! That's just outrageous.
I've told her that I want her to go to 3rd grade tomorrow. Or better still, 2nd grade. I can't let this happen. Just can't!
We were looking at her 3rd year pictures. Looking at her baby pictures always brings a smile to my face and a spark in my eyes. But it all ends in tears for that time will never come back.
The passage of time is so relentless. Punishing. Hurtful.
Time,
The greatest robber if there was one
Stole my childhood
Threw me in mid-life
And now is stealing my kid's years away!
The baby that she was
Crawling one day,
Walking the next
Sucking on her thumb
Pulling at my clothes
Wanting to go to the play area
Started school one day,
Mind you, just for fun
And now she's a fourth grader?
Are you kidding me?
She's not supposed to grow up so fast
Let her be!
Leave her alone!
Let her enjoy,
The wonders of blowing bubbles
And the joy of being chased
The rush of wind in her hair
When the swing touches the sky.
Let her laughter be
Carefree, unburdened
Let her observations be
Raw, candid and full of wonder
For once,
Time,
Be the good guy
Give us more each year,
More moments
To live, cherish and enjoy
More moments
To just be in each other's company
To hug, laugh and cry
Better still,
Just take a break
A long vacation,
do you mind?
We'll let you know
Once we're done
Please, just this once.
Pretty please?
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