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When 10 Years Feels Like 10 Minutes

Maddy (7) & Parker (10)
Our Wedding- 2001




If you have a seven and ten year old in your house, go give them a big hug, tell them you love them, and then don't blink your eyes.

Because if you do, when you open them, those kids will be almost fifteen and almost eighteen. I'm not at all kidding.

Look at those cute, little, happy faces. . . I can't believe they are so big now. So old. So teenager-ish. So almost adults.


When I am in the throes of mini-meltdowns, standing in a pile of Lego's, with peanut butter smeared on my favorite jeans, and my hair in a pony tail because I didn't have time to actually fix it, I have to remind myself that this will not last forever- that it will be over too soon.


Because I now know from experience that in "kid time", ten years feels like 10 minutes. That's how long ago I met those tiny faces.


And here I sit, totally unprepared for what is to come- kids in college, on missions, driving cars, making their own life decisions.

I guess I should warn them that in "10 minutes", they might find themselves standing in a pile of Lego's with peanut butter smeared on their favorite jeans.


Time... why are you in such a hurry?

Comments

Greg and Coral said…
Hey Mandee,
I just thought I would out myself as one of your blog stalkers. I love your blog. Every time I read it, it makes me smile and I totally relate to this post. Time goes by so fast!
amanda jane said…
always grateful for your great perspective and reminders. even if it's just to buy great shoes. need to go find my eight year old and soon to be six year old and mug on them a bit. thanks!
Wendy said…
They are so dang cute!!!! I can't believe how grown up they are now....I have so much more perspective than me...I often find myself wishing away the meltdowns & messes. (Or at least escaping them!!)
HAPPYHANERHOME said…
Made me cry, haven't put on makeup today so it didn't really affect my face too much. Thanks for the reminder.
Mandee said…
Coral- I tried to get to your blog, but you're private... would love to check in on you guys!

Amanda- I hope you enjoyed some good mugging on those cute kids.

Wendy- perspective... it's only occasional and I have to write it down. Most days I am on the phone begging Aaron to come home early and rescue me from mom hell. And I don't ever like the messes. Ever.
brooke said…
That photo is priceless. I find myself hoping that 10 years will feel like 10 minutes (not really, but kinda.) I hate the messes too and the crying and babies who don't sleep and I could go on and on but I will be so sad when these days are over and my kids are too big to cuddle.
Anonymous said…
I hate time. I sat snuggling Noah and thought "you'll be 16 before I know it..." I hate that it goes by so fast.

Now if i can just move to Utah before he's 16... :)
Janna said…
Mandee-
This post scares me so much! My two oldest kids will be 10 and 7 in May! I can already feel the time slipping away. There are some fun aspects of them getting older but man, do I miss them as cute little kids.
Love this post...I better hurry and have Maddy babysit before she has her own baby! :) Just kidding dont want to scare ya! Ok so REALLY and truly...Im glad what Jason did...he followed his heart! he he:)

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