My 6-year-old finished kindergarten earlier this week. Such occasions often call for sentiments such as “My how time has flown!” or “It seems like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital.”
But you know what? To me, it does not seem like yesterday. It seems like six years ago. They have been very happy years but they’ve also been full years, with much packed in to the 8760* hours that comprise each one. I’ve had two other babies and written several books. There have been parties and trips and a move to a different state. There have been long evenings spent struggling to get children to sleep. There have been plane flights that seemed to last forever. There have also been happy hours spent snuggling over books or pushing the stroller or watching the kindergarten play. There have been nights spent catching fireflies and seeing my kids devour ice cream in little Jersey Shore ice cream parlors parlors.
All these activities comprise their own memories — not a wash of nebulous time, but pictures in albums and blog posts and notes in journals. The time has not flown. It’s marched steadily as it always does, as it will through first grade and onward.
*8784 in leap years. There have been 2 since 2007.