for the suggestion box
one of life's harshest realities that the older you get
the faster time seems to fly by. I mean think about it;
shouldn't be the other way around?
you're young and in a hurry, time often seems to stand
still. Chirstmas can't come fast enough. High school drags
on forever. University even longer. I'm not sure when
the transition came from the dog days of youth to the
each-year-flashes-by-in-a-millisecond of middle age. It
was slow enough, that I only just started to think about
it triggered by my daughter's pending high school graduation.
did the time go? It seems like only yesterday that Maggie
and I took our first father/daughter vacation to Niagara
Falls. Followed by our trip to P.E.I. and our rather eventful
vacation in the Outer Bank Islands, when time briefly
stood still after she disappeared for 20 minutes while
playing on the beach.
often meet people who remember reading about Maggie when
she was better known as the Magster. Today she's an 18-year-old
young adult who's about to begin the next stage of her
two boys are both 15 and there's not a day that goes by
that I don't tell them how much I love them. Even though
the days of snuggling while they fall asleep have long
passed, they've been replaced with playing video games
together, watching Dr. Who and just spending as much time
together as possible, because I know that even this will
pass by in the blink of an eye replaced by work and girlfriends.
also remember the mistakes I made when I was their age.
I was a rebel without a cause. Beginning in Grade 9 I
ostracized myself from my family and especially my father.
In a word, I put my parents through hell. My dad and I
barely talked to each other for nearly 12 years.
wasn't until I got my first full-time job in Montreal
that we finally reconciled through our mutual love of
a day goes by that I don't regret those lost years. It
was well into adulthood before I realized that I am just
like my father and I am damn proud of it. But that experience,
as unfortunate as it was, has instilled in me a deep desire
to savour every minute I have with my own boys.
was a time, not so long ago, when we would fight every
day. Today, I can't remember the last time we had a fight,
or I even raised my voice in anger at them. Our relationship
has never been stronger and I'm so thankful for that because
I know how fleeting this time will be.
to all you young parents out there who are often told
that you should cherish every day with your kids, cherish
every day with your kids. It's the best parenting advice
you will ever get, because when you get to be my age and
your kids get to be my kids' ages you will look back and
say to yourself "I wish I had of listened to my friends",
but by then it will be too late.
for the premise of this column, that time should slow
down as we get older rather than speed up, I intend to
be bring it up with the Big Guy in the sky should the
opportunity ever arise, or at the very least, drop it
in the suggestion box, assuming they have one in Heaven
and assuming that is my final destination.
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