One evening, many months ago, we had a picnic dinner over at the
church.
It was a beautiful night and the kids and I sat on the grassy hill
eating PB &J.
The beautiful evening caused one of my children to become
reflective.....
"Mommy, why does time go by so fast?" the child sighed.
"Oh, Honey, I know what you mean, when we are having a
good time it sure does fly by doesn't it?"
"Yes it does. but why?"
"Oh it just seems like it does. When you are feeling bad or sick times seems to go slower, don't you think?"
"Oh yes." this serious child nodded in complete
understanding. "But then when you
look back, it doesn't really seem like it went that slow."
"That's right, Honey.
The good times make it seem like the bad times weren't really that bad." Yes, I thought, this child is growing up. We are bonding on a deep level here, talking about life and the change of seasons.
"Right. Like when
you have to poop, and you just sit and sit and sit and it feels like a really really long time, but later when you
think about it, it wasn't that long."
