I've been begging God to slow down the passing of time.
It hasn't worked.
It turns out that those immutable laws of nature are immune to my wishes -- to all of our wishes.
Today my youngest graduates from preschool and I feel like time has passed so quickly that while I love him with every fiber of my Self, he somehow feels ephemeral, unknown to me... like I've passed up too many opportunities to sit quietly and hear his imaginings and wishes.
I know that I'm an attentive mother and that he will probably never suffer from any thought that I ever neglected the sound of his voice. But today, on a life-threshold, I can't breathe him in quite enough.
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